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A BRIEF SPRING STORM

       By:  Steve Campagnoli

A spring zephyr quickening,

Density thickening.

Its bearing, dead reckoning

    With swiftness approaching full  measure

Cumulus gathering,

Gray billows lathering,

As if they were rathering

    To shroud all  the white and the azure

Jewel size  dollops then break up the still,

Imploring companions to join them at will.

followed by torrents;  as if  to fulfill;

    A scheme to revive nature’s  treasure

Shards of light searing

Between puffs. Appearing

And then disappearing.

    Revealing themselves at their  pleasure.

A clash turns to rumbling;

Murmurs, then grumbling;

Echoes heard stumbling

    All over themselves in the sky

Then fade the sounds,

The quiet rebounds,

The glistening grounds

    Can breath an inaudible sigh

At last then the sun we view, sending its streaks 

Through the lens of each droplet, between billowed  cheeks;

As  cannonades taper, the wind slowly sneaks

    Away as if  suddenly shy

Heav’n then displays

A patchwork of grays

With blue appliqués

    Confirming God’s artistic eye

Watching the storm fade away,

We were stirred by its bold disarray;

But we note in recounting the fray:  

Tranquility carried the day