Breathing cacophony, thunder resounds
around the hills and sweeps down the holler.
Dark clouds roiling and boiling like a pot
of grits about to spill over onto the stovetop,
flash brightly as yet another, then another
bolt of lightning lights the mid-evening sky,
the forest being assaulted flash-bang, flash bang.
The early morning dawn eases over the ridge
while shadows in the holler pull back
exposing the whirls and swirls of mist
that begins skipping, hopping, like a dance hall
full of ghosts doing a jig in triple rhythm, rising
to kiss the tops of chestnut oaks dripping with dew.
Beams of golden rays of sun bridge the gap
between blue sky and green forest floor.
While the sodden glen turns into
A kaleidoscope of vibrant colors as
Granny's bonnets, Squirrel corn,
Blue cohosh rise and stand tall among
Squatroot and Dutchman's Breeches
while doe and fawn feed drunkenly on
all this succulent plant life.
What a contrast from the grimness
of a passing storm last night to the
springing forth of sunniness and warmth
of yet, another Appalachian day.
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| Writing Prompt |
Please write a form poem about nature. |
Author Notes
A Free Form Poem about nature.
Notes: Grits are porridge made from boiled cornmeal. Hominy grits are a type of grits made from hominy.
Appalachian Mountain flora: Granny's bonnets, Squirrel corn, Blue cohosh, Squatroot and Dutchman's Breeches
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