Battered by rain and wind,
the window pane shudders
from the violent assault.
Spattered glass displays
trees that sway and buck
in defiance of the gale,
Until a swift alchemy
turns the leaden skies
into streams of gold.
2020
(from the book Longing For The Light by Doris Potter)
© Doris Potter
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Nice contrasting picture from beginning to end.
ReplyDeleteThanks Anvilcloud. :-)
DeleteI've been in that storm, often. You describe it beautifully.
ReplyDeleteInterestingly, messymimi, I was caught in a downpour this weekend and got soaked before the "streams of gold" appeared. Lol. Thanks for your nice comment.
DeleteI'll remember this lovely poem the next time I'm looking out the window at weather like this. xx
ReplyDeleteThanks Flighty xx
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