Tempest Poetry

Tempest

by Lans Elocher

Shiver…

Frosty snow beneath the chilling rain.

Tread over the icy path slowly.

Fear of slipping and falling.

Chattering teeth…

The wind keeps crashing.

Obliges to hasten steps.

Regardless of tripping and falling.

Silent zephyr…

Everything seems to stop.

Felt that this suffering will end.

Or even get worse.

Thunder…

Bright light gleams over the sky.

The wind crashes back.

Leaves are flying around messily.

Creating a hurricane.

My angel…

Thy worst fear is justified.

As the heaven splits.

And the hailstones fall.

This winter brings its own delight.