Forest Storm

Skies darken, winds howl

Acorns fall before raindrops

Squirrels take cover

Deep blue framed window

Mute witness across the lake

Watch the storm with me

Thunder fills the gap

After expectant silence

Lightning left behind

I sat on the screened in porch yesterday afternoon as a storm moved in over the lake. The blue window in the middle picture took on the appearance of a face when I looked at it closely. Then, the bottom photo has a somewhat sinister appearance. See if you can find what I’m talking about. It freaked me out a bit.

Oh, and as I finished typing that last bit we had a very close lightning strike followed by an instant house-rattling clap of thunder. Scout (our cat) and I made a hasty retreat into the house. Whew!

Peace, people!

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Author: nananoyz

I'm a semi-retired crazy person with one husband and two cats.

19 thoughts on “Forest Storm”

  1. I can conjure the blue window face, but in seeing anything baleful in that bottom photo, I’m as lost as a Floridian bohemian looking for a spot to slam some poetry. Beats me.

    Regards,
    T.S. Kerouac
    Free Verse, Idaho

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