The Storm

by timzauto

the storm was one that didn’t compare

renewal of life , it  was everywhere

the flowers are standing so very tall

just like a play , a repeated  curtain call

the air being fresh , smelling so sweet

grass turning green , our eyes it does greet

everything washed , looking so new

an early spring morning , covered with dew

we walk hand in hand , listening to sounds

this love is renewed , we also have found

English: Dust Storm in Black Rock Desert, Neva...


6 Comments to “The Storm”

  1. Absolutely amazing, touching poem Tim..

  2. Very nicely done….Love the storm, and the energy and renewal after…..

  3. So refreshing, I can feel it.

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