Continuing the theme of Storm this poem was Posted a few years ago from my days afloat. Thanks to Thomas and Jim for the impetus.


Cloud struck

To the north a vanilla cloud anvils up
As summer heat draws her to the stratosphere
There's rain in her for those below
But from my vantage she just aglow
With summers soft and lovely hew
As I sit quietly to the south and watch
Her transit in gentle change that morphes
From fanciful to dread



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Written on 2020-08-28 at 16:56

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Bibek The PoetBay support member heart!
Encapsulates a moment in time . . . and quite pithy too. The transit from "fanciful to dread" also reflects the speaker's thoughts. Well-writ indeed. :)
2020-08-29


jim The PoetBay support member heart!
Now, this reminds me of being on a tractor, baling hay, circling the field, watching the afternoon thunderheads build to the west. Anvils and dread is right.

You caught the feeling as only one who has been there, and felt the danger, can.
2020-08-28