Glen Martin Fitch


Stormy Weather - Poem by Glen Martin Fitch

Wind stirs.
The shadows merge
and darkness spreads.
As silence swallows sound,
the flag pole tolls.
Fast Flash! Forked etching.
Stomach growling rolls.
One fleck. Grey spots.
A gust. Quick steps. Bowed heads.
Mist, drizzle, shower,
deluge, cloud burst roar.
A pounding volley
slashes reborn streams,
wind rippled lawn,
or gutter lake
that teems and churns,
and splashes in the endless pour,
as pelting bullets
pummel speckled panes
and arrows pierce,
spring crowns,
strew puddle rings.
Then spurting gutters,
black pools,
leaf damed drains.
Sniff pine, rosemary,
sopping wool that stings.
Drenched dripping boughs.
Street mirrors.
Fading marks.
Then sunshine!
Rainbow!
Double rainbow arcs!


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Poem Submitted: Thursday, October 17, 2013

Poem Edited: Thursday, October 24, 2013


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