Six Storms

Storms flower, the skies
blackening to slate. Nightjars
dive into an echo.

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Rain thunders in, all teeth and bone.

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Autumn storms conjure
a second spring –
fall greens, flowers,
in spite of itself.

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Under lowering skies, summer
growls and glowers, then goes.

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– the eloquence of mist at storm’s edge –

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storms
descended – evening
all day

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