Ethereal Moments The Poetry of Donavon Scott Vinson
The Storm
On the moonless night,
furious winds howl mightily
through the dark,ancient forest.
A violent tempest builds strength
and roars across the steely waters
to crash angrily upon the rocky shore.
Bright,eerie,jagged lightning streaks
to the ground lighting up the night.
Irate thunder booms in the distance,
it's angry song echoing 'cross the land.
Stinging rain pelts the land
with a wrathful fist flooding
the empty streets in it's fury
washing away anything not tied down.
Leaving the city powerless,dark and
empty of joyful life.
Donavon Scott Vinson