In The Details: Oncoming

Oncoming

Here he comes.
I know he's on his way. I can't
See him but I feel the
Tremor. Maybe outside the
Wind has come up, 
A last leaf ripped from
The squealing oak and
Rain jumps onto the panes
Scared too, 
Trying to get in.
He's coming.
I just know it. 
Taste of metal in my mouth
Green skies.
Welcome the storm. 

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This post is part of a the poetry series, "" -- daily poetry and photos, inspired by where we live. 

The posts for January are part of an international small stone writing project "The River of Stones."

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