Beyond the field and over rugged terrain
I see a woman. She stares back and then off
into the distance where the tree tops move
and the flowers grip the earth trying to survive.
There is a storm closing in. Furling, whirling
channeling my inner tempest, I scream
warning about those who wander on this path
But it is lost and muted - overruled by forces
stronger than I.
These gusts of fury. They grit their teeth and teach
in wicked ways. And for a moment, I look away.
I want to harness these changing winds. I want to
capture their uncertainty and potential destructions.
I look ahead for damage, but the woman is gone
and I am alone.
© A. Leigh
Mar 28, 2020
Mar 28, 2020 at 4:07 PM UTC
Beyond the field and over rugged terrain
I see a woman. She stares back and then off
into the distance where the tree tops move
and the flowers grip the earth trying to survive.
There is a storm closing in. Furling, whirling
channeling my inner tempest, I scream
warning about those who wander on this path
But it is lost and muted - overruled by forces
stronger than I.
These gusts of fury. They grit their teeth and teach
in wicked ways. And for a moment, I look away.
I want to harness these changing winds. I want to
capture their uncertainty and potential destructions.
I look ahead for damage, but the woman is gone
and I am alone.
© A. Leigh
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