The howling gale deploys its wrath
Against the shivering dawn
Nothing remains within its path
That is not fastened down
It screams and shrieks at every door
In urgent nothingness
A mammoth bully with a roar
Tormenting budded tress
And yet, the dawn creeps to the air
Above the earth's turmoil
I fold my helpless thought in prayer
And trust God with my spoil
© Janet Martin
Where do you find the wonderful pictures that accompany your poems?
ReplyDeleteHi:) I took this one through my window...but it is almost impossible to show 'wind' in a still shot! The sun bled through thin cloud for a few moments before the wind piled layers in front of it. It is intensely wild this morning, and the dead birch amplifies the ominous tone...maybe it serves a purpose after all!...in black and white it seemed more powerful as well.
ReplyDeletethank-you for asking!
Yes I think the black and white definitely adds to the photograph's beauty
ReplyDeleteThank-you:) Have a wonderful day!
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