Coming In

The storm comes in with curling swell,

Its curling strength upcurling well.

Some trees curl down while others snap;

Long waves curl up a high white cap!

The gulls now wheel and scream delight

To feel the storm’s whole curling might.

Then suddenly the whole thing’s past,

And Blackie snuffs the long wet grass.

Now sun does burst, and blaze and shine,

And this fair drama, it is mine!

Advertisements
This entry was posted in Uncategorized. 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