Anticipating Storms

Wielding axes of thunder,
storms are brewing bluster;
arriving at a gallop,
skidding hooves on dust
and steaming gravel
of a droughted summer
seeded by chickweed, nettles,
docks and groundsel,
and flowering grassy surges
of dandelions that spatter
brightly on the verges,
thirsting for some pitter-patter.

Kim M. Russell, 2017

My response to Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Saturday’s Mix: Storms

Teresa welcomes us back to Saturday’s Mix, where we are focusing on storms as Texas is bracing for a hurricane. She also shares ‘The Hurricane’, a poem by William Cullen Bryant.

Teresa says our storms don’t have to be literal; they could be metaphors for larger conflicts in our personal lives or in society.

Here’s a draft that needs some work. I’ve used the ‘dreaded’ continuous -ing form, the one we’re told to avoid, to create a sense of anticipation.