The Rain, The Bird, The Fox

Something I wrote during a thunderstorm the other day.

 

The slow awakening rumble
that reaches across the sky
is chased by winds that mumble
rustling through trees in reply

 

Skies are cloaked in darkly gray
as shadows displace the air
A storm of spring's on the way
with lightning to flash its glare

 

The fox forgets the marsh wren
that held its dangerous gaze
and scurries off to some den
to avoid such stormy days

 

The wren showing lack of fear
holding fast upon the yew
sings to the storm drawing near
to return the sky to blue

 

But storms care not for little birds
as they lash and whip the land
They reply with rain as words
and laugh at the small one's stand

 

All that's seen is cloaked in rain
as the furry then arrives
But from this it's life we gain
and upon it we survive

 

The bird and fox play a part
within this rain-scripted play
A blessed sight from nature's heart
observed on a rainy day

Reviews

[París]

Beautiful, the finest moments are gleaned from observing nature, this was so relaxing to read, as if I myself was surrounded by the sights and sounds of the storm...you are so talented, the is so much freedom in free verse, it is actually (IMO) a lot harder to write in rhyme and you do it so beautifully!