coming storm

tanka

 

dark ribbons of rain

hang over the bay -- clouds of

billowing white smudged

 with gray -- shafts of sliding sun

bathe green hills 'cross the valley

Reviews

[Karen]

Wow... this is a beautiful poem. The word choice is precise and the imagery is so vivid I can see what you are viewing. There is also so much metaphor in this: darkness hanging over one's head, thoughts like clouds smudged with gray, but hope creeping through nonetheless... at least that's how I see it. Beautiful poem!

[annie lee]

Thank you so much.

[BrownEyedWriter]

Clever use of internal rhymes. I do love this one. :)

[Rhiti Bose]

I love your poems, they are simple yet strong.

[Sami Khalil]

Is it winter at your side of the world or raining a lot ...Just kidding.
I love it...:)