Tracking The Storm Poem by Bill Grace

Tracking The Storm



Early morning lightning
Has power I will not dismiss
Counting the storm's movement by its strikes
Three miles, five then seven
Seeing the slight flash
Then carefullly counting the seconds
At twenty the lowest rumble,
For what seems a gray dawn eternity
Tracking the storm
From behind heavy closed curtains.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
READ THIS POEM IN OTHER LANGUAGES
Close
Error Success