Sunday, November 2, 2008

Mental Massage


Blustering gusts
rushing through leaves,
roaring -
an ocean crashing in the sky

Thrashing branches
scraping the air,
waving -
a spindly hand bowing to the earth

Drumming rain
pelting against panes,
driving -
a timpani crescendo on the housetop

4 comments:

david mcmahon said...

That's just like our weather in Melbourne today!

Glad you liked the petunia photos. Thank you ....

Alyson (New England Living) said...

Lovely poem and nice visual to go along with it.

Anonymous said...

That can't be a tree in your yard. The leaves are so green please tell me your leaves are falling off and changing color by now. Nice peom did you write it? Kel

Mrs. Organic said...

That is video from last year - most of that tree no longer exists. However, what's left has green and gold leaves.