Summer Storm
The yin and yang of the sky before a storm
Yellow like the low belly of a fire
just struck with a match
lies behind me
Kinetic with electricity
the winds rush through trees
Felt deep in my joints
A humid smell, sweet wetness
Bluish grey like hell’s ashes rising to the heavens before me
Thunderous bellows like a ghoul in the night
Rain clouds bursting
No longer contained
A past not so far behind me
Possibly how my future lies before me
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Nature poems can feel common, but I adore the imagery here — it’s refreshing and lovely!