She Knows

As my children and I huddle

Trembling in the darkness

Illuminated by the soft glow of candlelight

I wonder about her

As thunder rolls and crashed

And wind whips, and rain punishes

And lightning slashes and stabs the angry sky

I worry about her

That frail, old woman

Alone in the big house

High on the cliff

Above the sea

I see the candlelight

Flicker in her windows

Tiny fairies frolicking

Behind old lace

Struggling to peer through the deluge

I gasp…

Realizing

She’s standing in the storm

Her long, gray hair

Usually swept up in a net bun

Cascades down her back

Soaked but free

Her wet cotton nightgown

Clings to old bones

As she sways, keeping time

With the rhythmic drumming of thunder

She is Life

Dancing with abandon

And Truth

Her energy inviting

My children look at me

Puzzled

As I laugh and

Nod my head

I wink and grab their hands

Pulling them out into the storm

To dance...oh, we dance

Celebrating her wisdom

Reviews

[Christopher Robin]

Welcome to the site Michele, this is a wonderful first entry. Captures a moment in time and sets the mood really well. Points for sticking to a good verse and rhythm, just your general cadence makes it quite an enjoyable and easy read.
Just one minor mistake I noticed,

"As thunder rolled and crashed" - you might have meant 'crashes' considering the rest of your poem is in present tense this sudden past tense seems out of place. Aside from that, quite well written, look forward to seeing more from you!

-Robin