"A Gale"
by BRJ1992
Your eyes are all aglow
On a cold rainy day.
A squall stings them
As you smile through tears
That don’t blur your vision.
If you listen closely
You can here someone far away
Quietly playing a flute.
The dogwood by my home
Sways in the angry gust.
It doesn’t surrender
To the cyclone’s beating.
It will feel these blasts
For decades to come,
Standing tall for one man.
My neighbor’s close their windows
As the sky gets ever darker.
My mother gestures to me.
She’s standing in the driveway.
I put on my coat, for once,
And walk out to greet her.
The cold burns my skin.
And raindrops stab my eyes like needles.
“Let’s go!” she calls to me with a smile.
I smile back at her,
We walk together through the raging wind.
-Ben Johnson
Poetry
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Very poetic (Obviously because it’s a poem). I think this is my definition of simply beautiful. The imagery is right on and it is very nice. No complaints.
Thank you so much!