Wailing skys

Shards of light
Electric white
Splinter the heavenly deluge
Transfixed in nocturnal flight
Crispy, crackly
As brittle leaves underfoot
Crunch;
Piercing the wailing skys
With tears
Heavy and wet
Tall trees shiver
Jettisoning foliage, helter skelter
No hope of shelter
As the grass curls in
Fearing the howling lament.

Reviews

[Moonflower]

Excellent, both in style and imagery. I like the way that you write.

[Pól]

I like the way you think!

[Moonflower]

hah niice.

[Alpris]

Hi, hon.
I think I've mentioned before but I believe the natural elements of nature are what makes a poem so strong at times. You constructed these elements cleverly and linked them very well; thus the great rhythm of this work and nicely chosen words.

Well done.

[eglantine]

I absolutely adore watching the approach of a great thunderstorm. "as the grass curls in" is my favorite part. Great jig-saw play of words, adds to the zigzags of lightning.

[Pól]

So do I-or even better, listening to it. Thanks