MOTHER NATURE IS ANGRY

By Charles Robert Lindholm 

I see the dark clouds gathering
ominously warning
the wise to flee
to find shelter
from the coming storm 

Flower Our Desire

Poetry challenge: Sonnet poem.

 

Oh, so swoon the rains become our magic;

gray cloud cover speaks ominous tragic

cleansing. Spring is alive bursting rampant

Touched By Real

He smiled and the world listened

if only for a moment

when everyone else seemed driven and lost.

On a spring morning