Wild August
August has turned wild.
Mighty trees feel its rage.
Driving rain and swirling winds
send a thousand tears
cascading down to the earth
and weave them
into a carpet of dead leaves.
Comments
Saifa thank you for your usual well measured comments. This has been a strange month weather wise. The like is also appreciated.
August has indeed turned wild. A concise yet effective poem!
Thank you Stephen for your comment and appreciate the like.
Fine poem. Captures the moment.
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Abdul Ahmad
Fri 28th Aug 2020 18:33
What an inspiring and delightful atmospheric environment you live in Paul.
"skies black as night in the middle of the day" brings thoughts of John Milton.
Thank you for the like.