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In Storm Garden Grey tears fall in a silent garden. A hollow scene shivers. Potential Flowers yearn bloom beneath Failing eyes, clouded. She sighs, Doesn’t see renewed limbs wave At masses furling in skies bluing. Her rage trembled tender tassels, And yet, April surprise; they burst Despite her worse fear of frost And icy, white ghosts gobbling Undeterred, a shinier spring. Caught in stormy fury, spun, Innocent denizen scatter From frightful tears, raw emotion. Who she hurts doesn’t matter. Love lost in pearly nights before Bouquets of timely color, aroma fills Flowing fields behind her red cottage. Shutters tight could still sway. Will she glimpse out one day, Weed wonderful bounty, Lost quick to another season? Her static bolts and jolts ignore a sun Showering sunlight on the obedient. Beauty-blessed. Loosed tears in soil From a goddesses’ regret excite bound roots that stretch in clay. Storm on, but look to the horizon. Plentiful seed blaze a path of serendipity, Perfectly, randomly spread, divine a way To return to humble, grey eyes that see, Lay a head in that sweet, tender bed. 3.26.22 32 lines, free verse w/ rhyming, alliteration Stormy Poetry Newsletter Words: grey skies April showers garden flowers spring surprise |