Poems

Calm Before Storm.

Happy new year!! This just came into my mind on the bus(again) and I thought it was rather cool.

Calm Before Storm:

Leaves, usually soft and yielding

Slam against the windows with their forces of a hundred.

Unrelenting and unsuspecting the glass rattles,

Giving the tiniest hint that it might shatter,

The rain falls pit-a-patter.

Calm before storm, that's what they say,

Fearing even the most silent and quaint nights.

Storms never come without warning, no,

Much like bad decisions they do come with flashing signs

And those humble enough can choose to see it.

Winds howling, skies darkening,

Instinct turning, heart quickening,

Trees rustling, the melody of forthcoming death.

Their leaves become machinery, bleak green pellets against glass stands.

Breakable humans line up behind their belief

In salvation and hope and faith in their monstrosities.

As I, behind my words and punctuation,

They, in their works of advancement, silk shirts and sanitation.