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Hawk in the Snow Storm
Feathered mirage of dim-sighted repose
this high god
bends brittle limb.
In quiescent scrutiny
masked by windswept down
he clutches, white-knuckled
the shivering branch.
Far below as observer, I envy,
the captive, blurred behind panes, frosted thick;
straining for clearer perception
seeking that better view
struggling for vision
beyond.
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CALMED BY THE STORM
Playing tag and tug o' wars,
We look up. The sky, it pours.
Suddenly, a siren roars.
"Children, quickly!
Storms in the mind
Thunder in my head
Pleasure confined
Hunger inside that needs to be fed
Lightning all around
Storming within
I watched as storm clouds gathered far off,
Then Drifted toward our mountain,
Seething, rolling, bringing the rain,
We could
by Leigh Goessl
Bright blue skies
Rapidly turn dark grey
No sun shines anymore
Darkness encompasses the day
Stormy weather ahead
No warmth of
Storm
the skies, a dark and morbid purple shade
a rumble deep in the clouds, they make their way
still, with the parade, I am
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