Storm Haven

The light is ephemeral
in mottled blue
Wind whipped
Snow sifts swiftly
sanding the drift driven
By ghostly vortices of
swirling snow enhanced
In starlight made pale
by trees in silhouette
The drift grows inexorably
It's lee sheltering a doe
Curled in embracing bracken
awaiting calm.

Poetry by josephus The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2020-01-16 at 00:32

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Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
Very nice, Joe. After the description of the fierce storm, the ending provides a great contrast.

Thomas D The PoetBay support member heart!
Such marvellous orchestration of sound, and yes, a perfectly lovely ending.

I see it, feel it and sigh at the ending.