Just like the Weather

Carolyn Lawrence
distant rumbling stirs, shakes the silence of the trees
into a fury of twisting
and aching the stick thin twigs of barren willows
while they rest their eyes beneath gray skies

they were not aware, they did not hear
the rumbling
the whining
the whistling of the train as it barrels through
the mostly cloudy horizon, with a 60 percent chance
of destruction
and devastation
all while somewhere, people move freely, speak softly
wait their turn for the militant line
of hook echoes and funnel clouds
amazed at how beautiful the sky is before
the heavens part
and unleash their displeasure

Published by Carolyn Lawrence

I have been writing and taking photographs for as long as I can remember.  View profile

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