PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

When the planet withholds her breath

Before release of storm

She stands before the audience

Waiting to perform

Before curtains are drawn

Wild things scurry and buzz 

Towards the sky leaves fly

With birds raining down fuzz

Then for a second nothing

Except for her beating heart 

As though lungs have burst

The gray stillness rips apart

Once again she comes alive

Her collective exhales

Whipping through trees

 with bending wails

Suddenly the starting drop falls 

Everyone stands with gasp and pause

Before the performance 

Into deafening applause