Tuesday, August 04, 2009

Angry Morning

The morning is not soft or gentle.
Storms push and beat on my head
Thunder is unforgiving as it rattles
Slams and pounds without pause.
Dawn is set away somewhere
Replaced by ragged
Jagged lightening strikes
Here, there, anywhere I gaze.
The rain joins in
Like a schoolyard bully
Showing himself
In front of friends.

1 comment:

Granny Sue said...

Stephen this is excellent! The photo is stunning, the verse perfect.