An Unpolished Gem

I love the few minutes right before a storm starts. 

I wrote this sometime last year during a difficult period of my life, and it was meant to be the rough draft of an epic, perfectly rhyming poem with beautiful meter.

I never got around to finishing that poem, but I read the notes recently and decided I kinda liked it the way it was. Ignore my previous post if you want to. ;)

Blue twilight

heart heavy with love and longing

glance out window

beckoned by stirring leaves and dust

breezes blowing away the heat

distant thunder

cool color

aching heart, uplifted eyes, wind embracing

warm house at my back, cool night on my face

Inhaling the salty scent of heavy clouds and rain-struck earth.

Storm is my friend

knows how I feel without the words

lose myself in the joy of the storm

wind chime swings

rain dampness blows in

thunder closer, rain increasing

heart releasing

whispered prayer

house retreat

sound cut out.

blue twilight behind window-glare

heart not calm,

but now glad.

Amy Young, 2013