Spring

Violent walls of black drift across cobalt skies

Trees twisted and mangled by turbulent wind

Rain in sheets of glass from heavens rush

Rivers fill with natures eroding water

In the silent aftermath,

Birds sing to a shining sun

Colts and calves dance in green pastures

Frolicking to the new days tune.

19 thoughts on “Spring

  1. Jerry, the savagery of violent weather is captured so well here. You’re a wordsmith, to be sure. I enjoyed this greatly, this evening. Thank you for joining me on my new blog. I’m glad to continue blogging with you.

    K

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