Winter Storm Poem by Gert Strydom

Storm clouds spread
like a sinister monster
blurring out the moon
and stars
and the night is black
and all natural light
is blotted out.

Flying rain is set alight
by creeping thunder bolts
that spread over the dark sky
and crab like
twists pinching here and there.

Fog is in the meadows
and creeps up to higher places
to be everywhere
and it’s icy
and the chill freezes.

Big rocks of hail
fall like bombs
from the sky
and crush and dent
before they splatter

Around the house
bolts thunder
and plants are beaten to threads
and branches whip
upon the roof.

The power is cut
and every thing outside
is really dark,
but sparks hisses and flies
from the hot fireplace
at the chimney.

Candles burn romantic
in the hot lounge
while we share supper
and drink dark red wine
from crystal glasses.