Spring Storms
Taking a toll on life and limb
Unleashing a fury of water and wind
Frightening flashes with thunder resound
Highlighting the carnage on the ground
Torrents plunder and ravage the earth
Threatening the promise of bloom and birth
At times the landscape is permanently changed
Plans and dreams have to be rearranged
Boundaries re-drawn with a new set of norms
But still, there is hope that after the storms
Flowers will bloom in the light of the sun
For out of the storm, new life has begun
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I particularly liked the metaphor of the storm in this and how out of our life storms new life emerges. It was very nice to end on an upbeat as well. The rhyme and flow of the poem added to its power and I think well done. Loved it
Thank you, Soren for your encouraging thoughts and words. I always appreciate your time and observations.
New life and the after-storm; brings me to that special fragrance of fresh air that the storm’s washing leaves behind. 🙏🏻🕊️
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