There is a stillness in the air now and the trees aren't swaying to and fro. The birds were merrily singing this morning as we sat outside with our coffee. I just hope and pray that bird nests were not disturbed in the violent storm.
Best wishes to everyone! Happy Easter. Thanks for visiting my website. Michelle
The wind it howls, the wind it blows
A mighty outburst it bestows
Through trees, through hilltops
It finds its way
The tempest swept our island today
The cedars creek, the firs they bend
When will this frenzy ever end
Disturbed from quiet upon their sleep
Winged critters take refuge in forests deep
An open rage against the sea
The tug and sail are now set free
Quaint harbours once a pretty sight
Are battered and torn, a woeful plight
This day now past, the tempest gone
Its anger made a show
It now gently whispers
It's time for us to go
- a poem by Michelle (me)
A mighty outburst it bestows
Through trees, through hilltops
It finds its way
The tempest swept our island today
The cedars creek, the firs they bend
When will this frenzy ever end
Disturbed from quiet upon their sleep
Winged critters take refuge in forests deep
An open rage against the sea
The tug and sail are now set free
Quaint harbours once a pretty sight
Are battered and torn, a woeful plight
This day now past, the tempest gone
Its anger made a show
It now gently whispers
It's time for us to go
- a poem by Michelle (me)
1 comment:
It was, indeed, a wild introduction to the Easter weekend that unfortunately caused some damage. Your rhythmic poem paints a clear picture of the turbulent beginnings that ended in calm.
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