Sum of the storm

By Di_Hard

Sun, 07 Jan 2018

6 comments

wind worm winds through

rough woos trees, shatters

these breathing roofs; leaves

scatter. In the aftermath

trunks, reaching equal signs

cross blank sky, for Summer

is fallen, numberless

Permalink Submitted by insertponceyfre... on Sun, 2018-01-07 18:51

I love how these words tumble over each other

Permalink Submitted by Di_Hard on Sun, 2018-01-07 21:47

Thankyou, Insert, and for the cherries! And Happy New Year to you :0)

Permalink Submitted by insertponceyfre... on Mon, 2018-01-08 18:30

same to you Di!

Permalink Submitted by Kat027 on Sun, 2018-01-07 23:38

This poem leaves me with a feeling of barren desolation., like a sad ending. Nice creation of a strong mood in so few words!

Permalink Submitted by Di_Hard on Mon, 2018-01-08 17:51

Thankyou Elsie, for your thoughtful comment. Am not sure it's right to write depressing poems. Need to come up with a second verse!

Permalink Submitted by Philip Sidney on Mon, 2018-01-08 19:54

I think I was in that storm - but don't think I could describe it as well.