The Storm

 Pol Ledent

Pol Ledent

The storm
surprises me
slips over me
as unattending
my mind ambles
through sun`lit
fields a`dance
with blue

the flash
then a crack
right on its heels
The wheel in hand
impact trembling
Only then I see
how black
the sky

The rain
when it comes
spatters not falls
thumb`sized missiles
scatter the already scared
by storm unattended
as in sun`lit fields
blue flowers


About Peter Notehelfer

I'm a retired people person who now finds the time to watch the little details of the world without worrying about being watched by anyone . . . I live on an Island north of Seattle with my wife named Ellen, a yellow dog named McGee, a yellow cat named Gatzby, and four fine chickens . . . I read fiction, bake bread, smoke salmon, and fish whenever the weather allows . . . Oh, and yes, I try to write a poem every day simply to avoid senility!
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