Sunday, March 11, 2018

Poetry Sunday ~ Angry Winds

Matthew 15:14 "And if the blind lead the blind, both will fall into a ditch."

Angry Winds 

Fierce winds churned
the chimes banged to life
a cradle bough broke
the day with a knife.

The sleeping ground numb 
while trees bent their head
discourse erupted 
waking the dead

Warped weather crawling
weeping night whispered still
           the moonlight dangling             
an intense hardened chill

Lamppost dispersed
a feathered night sky
angry winds churned
a soft lullaby

Goodnight sleeping beauty
awake in the morn
daybreak is dawning
a new life reborn

Ecc. 3:3 “A time to kill, and a time to heal; a time to break down, and a time to build up;”

I need a break!

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