Passing of the storm
Along came the edge of the storm,ripping the leaves from the trees, Grey steal
against darkness. patrolling the night this wind
with ease, shaping the morning light.
Releasing itself into a whisper, a lover, for the sun,
melting this breeze.....
The sky now half dressed with clouds: Its all about
the clouds today, for they rage in the skies. Swirls
like frozen wind, splashing across the sky like waves
tremendously violent,sitting in silence. Climbing on top of
one another, in all different shades of contemptuous light.
Twisting for release. The wind locking them within their
torment, peels them back to reveal the sun. My eyes transfixed,
to the left side clef of a cloud, that wears an undignified shroud
of rage
occasionally smiling!
Poetry by mary o connor
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Written on 2009-01-26 at 02:49
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