With air so still, no breeze around,
a storm was brewing, somewhat near.
Not a whisper crept o’er the ground,
just eerie silence, fraught with fear.
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I know what you mean about the birds, they seem to be able to sence such happenings This is a powerful read Ernestine Thankyou for sharing it Love duncan X
Great write Ernestine, a wonderful picture of a storm. Andrew x
I LOVE storms! You really brought the whole thing to life with this poem. Thank you - HG: -) xx
Thundery here today, Ernestine. Your poem described well what I have been watching. Love the land returning to 'its domain'. F
Ernestine, excellent imagery here, I feel as though I am watching the thunderstorm with you,10 for this, Lynda xx
Oh, brilliantly eloquently depicted E. And of course with my non-poetic spirit when it started thundering here a while ago I just thought, 'oh pants'. t x
Ernestine, you've captured the fury of a thunder storm with gusto within the imagery you have presented to us here. It has the WOW factor as you can visualise it as you read. Top marks and thanks for sharing this my friend. David
You capture the drama of the elements with great charisma in this wonderfully lyrical poem. Your poem traces the course of the storm from the pp stillness of the before through the fff of the climax to the pp beauty of the aftermath. One of your best. love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥