there, on the horizon,
ominous and waiting,
stands the great unleashing,
through deliberating —
wind and waves start moving,
trees behind start bending,
runs home now, the poet;
big storms are
impending
there, on the horizon,
ominous and waiting,
stands the great unleashing,
through deliberating —
wind and waves start moving,
trees behind start bending,
runs home now, the poet;
big storms are
impending
Lovely written. The picture goes along beautifully.