Comes the Storm

Kyrielle Sonnet

Photograph by Richard Moss

Used With Permission

Comes the Storm

As Gaia crests the clouds ignite
the dusting light a dirge of day,
by thunder hear the clamor bright,
ornate the ire of her sway

A burgeoning quixotic smile
elucidates what comes our way,
the promised storm a lonely mile...
ornate the ire of her sway

Her spirit rumbles discontent,
in darkness she'll no longer play,
farewell the night in pained lament,
ornate the ire of her sway

As Gaia crests the clouds ignite...
ornate the ire of her sway.

Reviews

[Sasha]

~ Thank you, Jenny...
I'm glad you enjoyed reading this piece, my friend...
I'll pop on over and read some of your poetry, now
*hugs*
Sasha xx

[Jenny Ge]

Fantastic flow. The rhyming was done extremely well. I like the words you used. Not many people try to rhyme the words you did.
Good job!