Ballet of Nature

sarahlynne

 

 

Morning coffee in hand.

I watch Mother Nature.

present her newest production.

Lightening flashes, thunder drums.

The show begins:

Like a chorus line of rhythmic show girls,

raindrops whirl and twirl on the deck,

dancing their way to nowhere.

 

 

  • Author: sarahlynne (Offline Offline)
  • Published: November 28th, 2019 07:37
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • FredPeyer

    Love that last line! I guess we are writing our way to nowhere.

    • sarahlynne

      In some ways we are, but in other ways we are writing because we want to avoid that “nowhere” feeling.

    • Zuzanna Musial

      A great Nature poem, at times life is not the way we would wish dear SarahLynne. I am totally immersed in your 'Ballet of Nature' words. Great poem my friend! 🙂 ~ Zuzanna

      • sarahlynne

        Oh Zuzanna...how nice to find a familiar voice...thank you for the lovely comment.



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