A Much Stormy Night Poem by Dorsey Baker

A Much Stormy Night



Like an angry broom
The wind is sweeping
The clouds are deep dark
And full of rain
Like a widow weeping
Yet it is a beautiful thing
A moment of joy just
A fleeting thing
It's enough just to hear
A robin sing
Knowing that
Sooner or later
The skies will
Become clear
And our eyes
They will welcome the sun
As soon as it does appear

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