Stormy weather rumbles through the valley,
tricks the senses illogically.
Howling wind, growling thunder,
explosive flashes of lightning
one minute,
dead calm the next.
Silence.
Motionless white dogwood blooms side by side with pink redbud florets.
A solitary bird on the feeder looks lost,
confused by the calm.
Startled when lightning, thunder and wind returns.
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My inner poet begs to be set free. Some of these musings are old, some are new; some observed, others lived. Enjoy.
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