The wonder of the
Night sky ignites
On our corner lot
Bolts electrify
Soil is charged
The sky threads her way
Through perilous strikes
Pounding shakes mother earth
And the cobalt coffee cup rattles
In the cupboard
Pelting of water drenches thirsty Bermuda
Magnolias come up for air
I relish evenings bathed in summer’s christening
I lay in the wrought iron bed and the twist of
The wind entitles itself to breathe on my window
A battle fought hard ends with all things quenched
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Author:
Katie B. (
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A beautiful setting cast in this poem Katie. It breaths atmosphere of moisture. Nicely done
I really like storms such as you have so richly described. But enjoyment is only possible when that wrought iron bed is enclosed in a watertight container...
I do love summer storms when we watch from the safety of bundled up and tied down belongings🙏🏻🕊️
Katie, this hit me right away…there’s a living energy in it that moves from tension into release. It feels like the storm has a pulse of its own. Beautifully done. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
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