Wind and tempest
Rain and
flood
The chimney
falls
With a thud
After the
lightning storm
And booming
thunder
Uprooted
trees
Roofs torn
asunder
But in the
calm
As we
convalesce
In the
aftermath
There is a cleanness
Wind and tempest
Rain and
flood
The chimney
falls
With a thud
After the
lightning storm
And booming
thunder
Uprooted
trees
Roofs torn
asunder
But in the
calm
As we
convalesce
In the
aftermath
There is a cleanness
Daylight was declining
As twilight
loomed
As behind
the horizon
The sun was
consumed
Dark clouds concealed
The
firmament
The moon
and stars
Still shone
Though not
apparent
And heavens
jewels
Remained,
unseen
Whispering bells
The viscid
herb
Inhabiting
the arid places
With its
sticky leaves
And
pendulous bell like
Yellow
flowers
Blooming in
the desert
Of the
south-western states
Although the sun
Shone high
In the
dying
Summer sky
The east
wind,
Strong and
shrill
Carried in an
Early
autumn chill
Tranquillity descends
And
sunshine reigns
When the
storm abates
And peace
remains
The wind in the trees
Sang a sad
song
A plaintive
sound
Like a
crying child
And as it
blew through
The crying
leaves
On the
rainy morn
Shed tears
that fell
To the
forest floor
The mist cascaded down the hillside Like a maiden’s hair Tumbling onto her shoulders The bare branches of the birch trees Pierced ...