January 15, 2018

 

Tempest

 
 
 

Tempest

Amorous sprightly
end to a sunny day,
enveloped within the
twilight's dark cloak.
Evil creeps into all
from the shadowed
abyss and triumphs
over light with such
ringing delight whilst
Thunderbird's rise high.
Oh yes, we do so eye
a starry, blackened sky
while laying about on
warm rocks within the
coolish heights above.
Waves crash below
as the taller redwoods
dance in marshmallow
clouds, a tempest blows.
My dew faeries grin to
a renewed pious doubt
or of tempestuous sins
whilst the sun is out,
a cradled new moon
rises in a pouting grin
coveting all so very soon.






Article © Ken Allen Dronsfield. All rights reserved.
Published on 2017-07-31
Image(s) are public domain.


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