Storm Season Poem by Barry Middleton

Storm Season



heat hangs heavy
in wet silent air
clouds are brewing
telling me to beware

weather is changing
and not for the good
it seems like a threat
to frail brotherhood

the season of storm
the season of flood
the rumble of thunder
is chilling my blood

the sound is a gun
the winds are a fire
the tempest erupts
with will and desire

Saturday, February 20, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: storm,war
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