Coming Storm

a sonnet

A. Christine Myers
Nov 5 · 1 min read
image © the author

Upon the earth the grass is moist and green;
The sun goes rising softly into day,
And all seems gentle though the skies are gray
And stillness reigns upon a land serene;
The young winds wander aimless and unseen;
The sparrows cluster somewhere in the hay
As though the quiet now cannot allay
Some fear that winter lurks within the scene.

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A. Christine Myers

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💗POM-poet💗Writer. Blogger. Grower. Maker. I love living things.

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