The Storm

I was digging through some old poetry and found this...enjoy.

The Storm

 

The trees bend to the will of the storm,

Mercifully, the wind slows,

The heavens open, the water flows,

The storm lifts, leaving a land torn.

 

Darfod.

 

Ruarc Cinaed.

Reviews

[Jeff Bresee]

I love short poems. Sometimes they seem all too simple, but I find they always make me think the most.