The Storm

by fyarlgiles


emerald castles torn from earth

thrash above us


beasts and belles

 together fly

like sparrows

in her rageful eye

 though mother’s  mouth

is strong as steal

it wilts and dies

like you and I

when things come down

we’ll rest with her

in satin sheets

so tenderly

“The Storm” by Angie Hoover-Hillhouse