Night Storm

[johnwatts05]

third draft

Having discovered now how to Edit



Night Storm


A gentle soughing

soft but sure.

Waves lap and hiss upon the shore

scattering the path of a silver moon

that flees between encircling clouds,

dark harbingers of a storm to come.





Breaking the strand

insistent, probing.

Winds are rising as nature stirs

a fret and chop of broken water.

Clouds blockade the radiant moon.

High hanging grey looms over all.





A fearful symphony

thrusting, crashing.

Now all around in seething moil

great nature, grand and fearful

in squalling blast and flying drift

drives hard on a cringing land.





But fair peace will return

refreshed ,restored.

as storms move on to meet the dawn

and kinder winds sweep the heavens

to show again that wondrous sight

of stars, faint, clear or pixel bright.

[richardk]

Hi John

A good poem that, for me, exactly captures the feel of an approaching storm. I especially like the lines about the fret of broken water and the cringing of the land. Excellent, evokes the feeling of the storm - as a good poem should!

[kayqt]

Lovely poem John. I liked the single line between each verse and I particularly enjoyed the image of the clouds blockading the moon.

[johnwatts05]

Feb 8, 2015 19:13:52 GMT johnwatts05 said:

nothing this entry was a mistake