Tempest's Fury Poem by Kurt Hearth

Tempest's Fury

'Long the horizon, I watched it form.
Harbinger, of deeds foul.
Blue sky, smiling sun obscured.
By nimbus rack, rolling dark.
Trees of the brake, as if sensing squall.
Their leaves turned askew.
'Cross my body,
puffs of breeze caressed.

Not long at all,
zephyr's whisper grew to gale's howl.
Nature's warning issued, duly I noted.
In haste, stout shelter I sought.
From safe haven I watched,
and harkened to, gust's angry pant.
As if wild beast enraged,
tossed whatever loose awry.

My refuge, I felt tremble.
As if hostage soon it might be,
of Nature's furious rant.
Roiling, for whatever unknown temptation,
enticed its wrath.

Yet, one thought my mind entertained.
To what extent 'fore ceasing,
might this tempest rage?
To yield once again,
to blue sky, smiling sun.
19Jun11