I wish myself away from this drowning world.
Where rain runs in sheets down my windows.
And the wind tears the trees leaves away in hordes.
The air is chill and autumn damp.
I can't go even out the door for fear of a soaking.
My walker would be blown away if I did.
The hill over the Phoenix Inn looks like a misty wild forest.
The clouds are so thick you can't see where one begins and another ends.
How I wish these waves of storms would end.
What happened to our gentle Pacific?
Did the wild Atlantic take her place.
One more month and it will grow worse.
Winter will come blowing in.
Sharon Pribble


Comments: 27
Good capture of the challenge you're facing Sharon. Are you in the EYE?
The Surreal Circus
It was pretty stormy for the last 24 hours.
No one can write any better than you.
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flesh of an apple
You have expressed so beautifully our mother nature...
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I enjoy reading your poems, poetry and/or prose. I hope I am not labeling your words incorrect in the world of writing.