The scattered leaves
shook with life
and flung the air
with swirls of dust;
swept the trees
and swayed their heads,
brushed the skies
with thick grey clouds;
layer on layer
menacing black,
moving in waves
and waves to attack;
an army rushing,
horde upon horde,
whirling and swirling
the dust on the road;
leaping and tearing,
snapping dry branches,
banging the windows
and doors;
with a lull...
the wind
holds
its breath
for the storm.
I think the -ing forms are just perfect for getting it across. I really liked it.
nice description; I especially liked the stanzas about the 'army'.
Wow... That was nice. I agree, the stanza about the army was great.: -)
Yes, Yes you have what it takes to be a great poet and you are one take it from me many will hate your work because it is so good and you love God. Tom Zart The Westport Poet
Wonderful! This is a great poem. 'Before the Storm' is a fantastic read. L
Splendid Tan! I can hear the sound of storm the way you described........the secret whisper of life.......I love this poem......your poems show maturity.
Good metaphor. Very constant and intense build up. I was waitng for the storm to break, but I'm glad you left it where it ended. A great poem.
I enjoyed the build up, gives off clear images, well done: -))
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
good imagery, well done.