Ethereal Moments The Poetry of Donavon Scott Vinson
The Storm
Dark,ominous,threatening clouds form
in maddening waves over the sleeping city.
Thunder rolls endlessly across the land
destroying the serenity of the warm night.
A harsh wind screams through the trees
shaking limbs and furiously flinging leaves
across the tired little town.
Brilliant bolts of colorful lightning
streak from the snarling heavens smashing
powerfully into the ground devastating
everything in its ferocious path.
Rain screams down like missiles upon
the trembling earth.
Turning city streets into torrential rivers
of destruction and mayhem.
Drowning everything caught in its
terrible unforgiving path.
Just as suddenly as they came
the winds cease their howling.
Thunder dies to a distant whimper,and
the anger of the lightning at last subsides.
Leaving a surreal peacefulness in their wake.
Donavon Scott Vinson