Passing Storms
poem by:
Michael Wise
Written
on Feb 12, 2019
Children playing, picking flowers on this April afternoon up and down the grassy hillside shadows will be fading soon As the sudden storm approaches all of nature darkening the children dashing homeward to their mother's call are hearkening The rain begins its rhythmic dance as to their back door they both race once inside they make their way into their mother's warm embrace Perched beside a picture window fresh hot cocoa for each one they sit and watch the treetops blowing passing storms can sure be fun Breaking clouds give way to sunshine beams of light go flowing by and like a heavenly artist's brush they paint a rainbow 'cross the sky Children sit and watch in wonder Mother Nature's wrath subside as dazzling buds and fragrant blooms beckon them to come outside
Tags: Happy, Love, Imagery, Wishful,
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Frank Hornby . commented on Feb 13, 2019 at 10:44am
Ahh....I love this poem...the imagery for me, is so vivid.........I can't wait to run back outside to play.......excellent poem Michael....ðŸ‘ðŸ»
Michael Wise
commented on Feb 13, 2019 at 6:24pm
Thank u very much Frank! Your poetry does that same thing for me!
Christopher Russon
commented on Feb 16, 2019 at 11:41pm
Excelent as always Michael.
Michael Wise
commented on Feb 17, 2019 at 5:15pm
Thank u Chris!
