Storm Coming Poem by Daniel Miltz

Storm Coming



Wind spit, come a down, in buckets
Abiding in solemn, scotch mists
Of an overwhelming tempest
Seeking shelter, before thrash out
Or dance under, the rain chuck down

© daniel miltz

Storm Coming
Sunday, March 5, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: nature
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Daniel Miltz

Daniel Miltz

Detroit, Michigan
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