Challenging Poetry

lion roars tonight

They say March blows
in like a lion
out like a lamb.

This year, the lion came in,
prowled around,
thought about leaving
but came back.
A stealth attack.

Today, as March went out,
I felt wind's warm breath
bending the trees,
saw tall, dark clouds
prowling the sky--
heard sirens calling
their warning
to the south,
to the north,
to the west across the river
where the deafening roar
touched ground--
leaving only chaos.

Prompt ▼

Write a short poem about the weather wherever you are today! Reply with full text of poem!