Monday, May 2, 2016

Stormfront


Outside it’s grey, with a haze of green.
Storms are felt, but can’t be seen.
I want to watch; I want to hide.
It feels the storms are down inside.
Skies open up, rumble and groan. 
Things that I feel are suddenly shown.

14 comments:

  1. Oh my, we got a storm front just about to our neck of the woods!

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  2. We've had those storm fronts through here the last couple of days. They do make me want to hide sometimes.

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  3. I love storms of the outside kind, the inside ones are a big more disconcerting. You paint so well with words, they matched your illustration perfectly!

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  4. Excellent poem, I hope you don't have any storms.

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  5. Annie....for the most part, there hasn't been any storms in my neck of the woods as they say, since I left storm causing "materials" behind when I moved.... ♥♥♥ ☺☺☺

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  6. Delightful poem to go with a very pretty photo, even though those clouds are very dramatic looking. We had a storm go through here last night.

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  7. Oh My! A severe Nor'wester hit our city a couple of hours back... it was like you standing beside me and writing all that!! Fantastic poem, Annie. :)

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  8. I definitely am affected by the weather often. I love a good storm outside, but I do find it causes me to quite reflective - often in the gloomy sense. But I kinda like it when weather mirrors our moods.

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  9. The poem and the photo are both beautiful. Sending lots of love and hugs and prayers for Chloe Jo, Janet

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  10. Lovely, and so true, when some dark storms move in, you want to watch and yet you know you should run for cover. Except when we were children. I can still hear my mother screaming for us to get inside now!

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  11. Great picture! That's exactly the way that I feel when a storm approaches. : )

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