Sunday, July 28, 2013

Storm's Ode


Waves rise and dance
The Rumba in confusion

Clouds, sky’s damp clothing
Scurrying for sunlight to warm and dry

Winds prying fingers
Tickling cold

Lone seagull in flight
Cursing Jonathon Livingstone

Rainbows, assurances multicoloured
Of promises never spoken

Baptized in nature’s fury

My soul rises calm.

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