Waiting For the Storm

As dark clouds gather over mountain range
a storm is brewing, the winds of change
a lone tree in an eary light
will be thrashed and spent through out the night

water darkened by the sky
whipped into waves by winds so high
white horses form, and crash the shore
spewing forth from oceans floor

the sand dunes lashed by the weather
grasses entwine their roots together
struggling against the bitter storm
pristine! in the light of dawn

Poem © Baldric

Encaustic Art © Iced Gem

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