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Storm Dance

written by: Ann Christine Tabaka

@TabakaChris

 

Tall grasses begin to sway
as they dance with the wind.
Prophetic sky morphs to gray,
the storm about to begin.

There is nowhere left to hide.
The tempest sets its course.
Mighty trees bow down low
to the unrelenting force.

It rages on in torrents.
There appears no end in sight,
as fiery streaks of lightning
Split in half the dark of night.

With morning comes the sunrise,
tall grasses glistening wet.
Calm once more engulfs all
the world with rain beset.

Ann Christine Tabaka

Ann Christine Tabaka

SEPTEMBER 2018 AUTHOR OF THE MONTH at Spillwords.com
Ann Christine Tabaka has been nominated for the Pushcart Prize in Poetry, has been internationally published, and won poetry awards from numerous publications. She lives in Delaware, USA. She loves gardening and cooking. Chris lives with her husband and three cats. Her most recent credits are: Pomona Valley Review; Ariel Chart, Page & Spine, West Texas Literary Review, Oddball Magazine, The Paragon Journal, The Stray Branch, Trigger Fish Critical Review, Foliate Oak Review, Better Than Starbucks!, Anapest Journal, Mused, Apricity Magazine, The Write Launch, The Stray Branch, Scryptic Magazine, Ann Arbor Review, The McKinley Review.
(a complete list of publications is available upon request)
Ann Christine Tabaka

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