TEMPEST
Wild and relentless the storm roared,
its might irresistible;
Fearsome force
snapping and erasing so much in its way.
Trees that looked so mighty yesterday
are now mere cricket bats and sticks,
as the winds, play and snap and throw them
Here and there.
The taller the trees, the easier they fall
and yet they looked so gigantic the day before,
when I walked and looked in awe.
Short trees and bushes fare well,
as they spin and bend with the wind.
Poor Daffodils didn’t stand a chance,
Their long slender stems easily snapped.
Garden furniture on the deck were but toys,
easily re-arranged. They slid,
they spun and were placed
Here and there.
Tempest was playing garden design.
As to the fences, the Storm didn’t much care,
gaps appeared easily, at random it seemed,
creating new views and a haven for dogs.
who before only had one garden…
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Thank you Chuck for giving my ” Tempest ” a space on your blog.
miriam
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Ha! Always room for great writing, My Dear! It was an honor to share it!
xoxoxo
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