May Night Overture

It’s night, no light,
And all is dark and black and still.
Then softly, whistling, fiercer whistling—
A rush! and the wind has will!
And now a hand has pushed the trees on back,
And there, laughing, a lightning crack!
And wind and rain do dance together,
Filling hands and eyes with joyous weather!
Thunder booms and booms far along the hill.

This entry was posted in Poetry. Bookmark the permalink.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s