Looking
in the
distance
skies
began to
darken
it was
apparent
a storm
was
approaching
as it
grew near
the wind
gained
momentum
began to
howl
the trees
began to
sway
losing
their
balance
branches
became
twisted
this house
shook and
trembled
the walls
cried in
distress
window panes
began to
crack
the weeping
willow bowed
her head in
dismay until
the storm
passed.
this is your trade mark style of writing poetry...and it suits you better than anybody else..so blessing and wishes from me to you please keep going.. wahab
Hi Heather such a beautiful picture you paint of a storm i also love the line about the weeping willow terrific
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Weeping willow bowed in dismay. Nice images describing passing of the storm. Thank you.