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The Storm

by George Hoerner

when did you last
see the snow falling
the lite fluff floating
from the sky
growing on the ground
then the wind pushing
harder and harder until
the snow piles into drifts
and it covers everything

when did you last see
the rain or feel it
dropping wetting all
then forming puddles
pooling water until
it sweeps everything
before it with no redemption

when did you last
feel the wind blowing
starting with a breeze
low and comforting
the breeze increases
in strength until you feel
trapped in a field of wheat
with wind pushing so hard
you have all directions
at once and
all hope is gone
you know the storm is near

yet you have held
none of the real storm
until you see the storm
within that feels like
it gnaws at your soul

this storm has been
my enemy and my friend
for as long as i can recall

02/02/2017

Posted on 02/12/2017
Copyright © 2024 George Hoerner

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 02/13/17 at 01:50 AM

Your muse is a mighty force lately, George. This is another great piece showing the progression of the strengths from snow, rain, winds. S4 really brings this close to home. Well done.

Posted by Johanna May on 02/15/17 at 01:20 AM

I've lived this storm fellow inclement weather citizen, so quietly and gracefully said.

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