The Threat Of A Late Winter's Storm

Prose poetry, written a few weeks back

Delicate verdant leaves on the Weeping Willow dance in the brisk wind like a harem dancer's sheer covering. The sighing of the pines sounds as a cymbal gently being played. As rain droplets sparse and large touch and bounce upon winter's earth..Gray amassed clouds pass over at a moderate rate of speed__Then stillness...Is this the quiet before the major storm or only a repose giving the turbulence a break from blowing in the storm from the west?..The Star Magnolia that was devoid of flowers yesterday has about fifteen open in different stages ..Will the harsh wind and rain destroy their beauty and let only such a brief  life be theirs?  The Japanese Magnolia has flowers open in different stages..More on it than ever a year before and the Bradford Pear's buds open during the cool late winter's night gracing all who pass with white gracious beauty...Spring unpredictable like life..Sometimes one wins and sometimes one looses..

Author's Note

Written a while back..Probably one for my Out On The Porch...

Reviews

[An owl on the moon]

Have always loved the Bradford Pear trees.. so alive right now in white ribbons. I was moved by how your writing here brings so many sounds to life as well in the coming of the storm.