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Witness to a storm
Quiescent roiling, glory in grey,
Yellowing pall in command of the day,
Static fantasy, primitive fears
called forward from uncounted years.
Shaking, rumbling, anger on high
Nature’s fury rolls in with a sigh
Witness helpless, cowering, plain
silent worship, humbled again.
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Thank you phdast7, also one of my favorites. You are too kind Audrey, thank you. i am glad you both enjoyed this one.
Hi Ryan--I too liked this! And thank you to phdast for sharing--I too will be sharing!
Ryan -- I like this a lot. And you used one of my favorite words -- quiescent. :) Terrific photograph, too. Sharing. ")