The Storm
Flashing in clouds dark and foreboding
rumbling and shaking solid ground
birds take flight before the storm
wind wails a soulful song
trees bend kissing ground
eyes watch for signs
of first drops
and then—
rain.
. . .
A poet is, before anything else, a person who is passionately in love with language.
—W.H. Auden
Constraining words within the structure of a specific form pushes the image and story further than I might otherwise. The challenge always takes me to places I never knew. The Nonet asks the poet to progressively reduce the number of syllables from nine to one in the final line.
We live in an open area with an expansive view of the sky, especially in the west. As storms move in, the forces of nature become boldly visible.
I never tire of the wonder.
. . .
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And always—Be kind. Be brave. Be you.
Photo: The Storm © Kathryn LeRoy
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