As the hurricane passes,
I peek through the window
and witness breath made wild.
The forest breathes—
wind caught between two regal palms,
heaving hard after the hurricane’s wrath.
Fronds hold tight,
withstanding the wild scream
without snapping—
holding
to raise their palms again
in the next great gust.
The river pants with nervousness,
its waters holding their breath
until the sky breaks open,
and release comes
with every thunderous squall.
Nature breathes—
strength surges in every exhale,
in every trembling draw of air,
alive in the fierce rhythm
of gasping, panting,
holding,
and releasing
its swirling maelstrom.
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Author:
rrodriguez (
Offline) - Published: May 25th, 2025 18:07
- Comment from author about the poem: The hurricane season in Puerto Rico runs from June 1 to November 30th. NOAA predicts around five hurricanes in the Atlantic. As you read this poem, please keep us in your prayers.
- Category: Nature
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Comments3
Having been through several I can say that this a most wonderful poetic depiction of natures gasps and blasts that shake foundations. I don't fear but respect her force it is the tornados inside that I fear. They are the rage that kills. Lovely poem
Thank you, my friend. I appreciate your words. I highly appreciate your comments.
The sheer power of nature's forces. Prayers lifted up🙏🏻🕊️
Thank you for your prayers. The house we live in will shelter us.
That’s good to know🙏🏻🕊️
AWESOME
Thank you, Tony. I glad you are with us again.
You're welcome and. Glad to be back
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