Sonnet: The Hurricane

Torrid wind whips the tree line, shakes under-

Growth, makes shudder man and beast-kin alike.

The Storm and rain cast them all asunder

To become destroyed in the weather strike,

A great problematic catastrophe.

Then hail and fire and floodwater swoon,

What more could come from hateful entropy?

To endure the tides and reverse monsoon

One takes shelter on the high ground alee,

Merely outlasting whims of vengeful gods.

All now sated, the murky sea doth flee

Toward abyss. Malevolence winks, nods,

Waves all adieu, and well inters the dead

Yet one cannot help but feel looming dread.

Author's Note

My first sonnet. Written years ago.

Reviews

[Shaquana Adams]

"Malevolence winks, nods"

I really liked this poem. I think I liked the above quote the most because hurricanes are not of mans control and it can be seen as evil just having fun with the world if you think of it that way.

Good job :)

[Sam]

I humbly thank you.