Sunday, January 26, 2014
Signs
The charcoal clouds are pregnant
with rain and distress.
The chilled breeze foretells
a day of unrest.
Witches-hair
moss sways
from live oaks
that knarl their way
upward. I watch
as leaves scatter.
The world becomes
silent except for the sound
of shaking, breaking
trees and whistles
of warning from
the wind. It’s time.
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7 comments:
Oh, Judy... I just love this, so vivid... especially the opening.
It sounds as if a storm is about to take place. Your poem gives all the signs. I like the ending "It's time" as it leads the reader to know what will happen next.
Very atmospheric poem, Judy! Charcoal clouds can certainly be seen as harbingers of both 'rain and distress' and before big storms the world does seem to hold its breath and prepare for the worst.
Wonderful depiction of a nascent storm. I like your ending very much.
yikes...sounds like you are about to be in for a pretty nasty storm...the witch hair moss was a cool touch to set the mood...
This is really quite an amazing poem, Judy! Really conveys a mood!!
So evocative and moody. Well done! I especially liked the witch's hair moss imagery.
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