Thunder Moon Poem by Barry Middleton

Thunder Moon



From what I have learned
it's not from Seminole

as often is the claim,
but it is aptly named.

The wet Florida heat
rides on an east wind.

Love is a summer storm,
lovers safe from harm.

There is peace in thunder,
the natives knew it well.

The full moon of July
is an earth god's reply.

Whiteness in lightning,
a spirit gesture to heat,

hails the thunder moon
embracing the afternoon.

Friday, February 19, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: july,native american,storm,summer
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