To a Storm

Oh mighty storm that rages on aPlanebove,

A flash of light, a crack of sound you give

With rods of iron in a velvet glove.

The noise and sight they mean that you still live.


Alaska_Railroad_tracksYou pelt us, rocks of ice that sting and slice.

They fall like crystal tears that wound the low

Attackers. You now make them pay the price.

Your rage, it spins the wind. Tornadoes blow.


You leave a path of vast destruction here.

Destroying houses which mistreat your mom,

Of nature, but untouched are those who hear

And heed her words. Those are all left quite calm.


And after you are burned out – silence, peace

That reigns her over all when winds do cease.


Poetry 101: Apostrophe and Landscape


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