No longer
the lightning flashing
like an angel's sword
across the earth's
parched throat.

No longer
the monsoon fevered
wind whiplashed
like a thunderclap
across the face.

Storm over.
The quiet ripples
from the verdant center
in ever-widening circles,
a rustle of peace.


  1. breathtaking imagery, lush, tinged with fierce energy.

  2. This poem has poetic power!

  3. Anonymous1:06:00 PM

    this feels like being tucked in: really perfect!


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