
image by Rebekah Choat
Shining morning turn-
ing to storm-
ing without warning:
pounding raining, wild
wind gusting,
thundering raging,
roaring, screaming, then
relenting,
gradual gentling,
sudden sun gleaming,
breeze sweeping
streaming clouds away.
~ Rebekah Choat
I love your writing, Rebekah. Specifically, I like the energy of the pacing, building and resolution of this poem.
Thanks, Bethany!