a river
is falling down
from clouds above
the light
is suffering
from its own
pallor
a howling wind
is slinking
the green
in the grass is risen
up
toward the sky
where a lazy
yellow
is orange really
warming
in a stripe splayed
over nimbus
this is
a wild day
above
the back yard
a wild day
outside the door
a wild day
and I’m watching
safe
and warm
~
Frank Prem Poetry 
Lovely description
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Thanks Derrick. It played havoc with various lights and colours. Blew like crazy. I wasn’t expecting it and so was quite captivated.
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I particularly like this stanza:
the light
is suffering
from its own
pallor.
And of course “safe / and warm.”
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Thank you, Liz.
Storms cast strange]ness before them, sometimes. It was a touch eerie.
Lovely to watch from inside!
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Most of the time, the sky before a storm is quite beautiful. Other times, it has that harbinger-of-the-apocalypse feeling that either leaves me gaping or scurrying for shelter.
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It’s a gorgeous small moment in time, before the storm breaks. I agree,
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I love days like that!
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They’re real crackers, Mick. Lovely.
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I’ll take your wild day over ours any day. It has been snowing here! Yup! Temperatures are ten degrees Celsius below normal for May 9.
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Sounds like you’re having a shocker, Anne. I’m expecting more extremes and sudden shifts.
Stay safe.
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Thanks for the re-blog!
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