Friday, September 10, 2010

The Storm

The wind that screeches takes its toll
On fence post flying, hits the wall
Waves of clouds like sea-foam roll
Blinding drops on pavement fall

Inside we shiver under cover
The lion in the chimney roars
Afraid of fear that we discover
Light a candle, lock the doors

Out the window is a darkness
Shot with sparks of blinding day
One brave one stands as a witness
Inside glass they watch and pray

The wind is falling, sweeping gently
Thunder, laughing, swiftly wanes
The rain falls on the window lightly
Teardrops whisper down the panes


~Jane~

3 comments:

Bree said...

That was beautiful, Jane! I especially love the last part.

~bree

Katie said...

Oh my, this is absolutely lovely. The rythm and flow of words is grand; I was swept away, right into the storm.

^.^ I loved it.

Tarissa said...

Beautiful. This poem is lovely.... great job! So descriptive. I just love it!