coming storm

 

 

The swaying trees

Push and pull

Of green filed branches

The harsh breath

Sending petals and leaves

To shower the air

As ozone, its comforting scent

Fills the air in tender ribbons

Waking nostalgia and smiles

My only warning

As sudden droplets come

Beat against the ground

Tapping on window panes

Author's Note

Cp. 6:01PM Thu 0738 'You Once Told Me' Andian fine, outside, sprinkling, heavy clouds (Written, Sylph)