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The Storm

As the evening shadows witnessed

Days losing fight,

The thundering storm came

Carried by the black starless night.

The trees danced in the wind

Driven to a bended knee,

Bowing to the wind

Pleading, you’re too strong for me.

As lightening danced across

The shattered sky,

Above the echoing thunder

I heard a wolf’s cry.

Against the broken sky

She was darker than the night,

Cold, wet, and lonely

Consumed by her fright.

Her screams matched the moaning wind

Cry for cry,

As the winds tore at her

And lightening shattered the black sky.

With thunder echoing around her

She hid beneath a broken pine tree,

Soon sleep took her

Alone and just so weary.

Dawn’s warming light

Soon dried the storms tears,

Calming the roaring winds

Soothing the wolf’s fears.

Dancing trees stilled

With the passing of the night,

And the lingering drops of rain

Shimmered in the early morning light.

Poem copyrighted © 2004 by Lydia Warner Miller

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