it's very clear she's coming
that's what the whisper says
that hisses in the pines
so many years ago
I learned the signs to watch
a change is in the air
the palm trees start to pray
their folded fronds
turn from the wind
a sleeping giant oak
stretches her limbs and sways
like a goddess waking
now it's about to start
the breeze picks up
and birds make their escape
the tropic deity I worship
is angry now
someone disturbed her rest
and she becomes the hurricane
and yet I see no malice
nature takes its course
the trees are in a frenzy
wildly tossing their heads
an empty protest
Beautifully described the scene of the coming tempest. You see the picture in front of your eyes.That's whar does an excellent poem like this.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A wonderful description of the hurricane. The reader can visualize everything. Vivid yet subtle. Loved it. A big 10.