Week 3 – The Wolf

The Wolf

Summer storms have come back today. 

The heat mixes with the sun and the rain condenses,

Builds to a crescendo and I am almost soaked on my way to the subway.

 

So much is different since the last time I felt the salt and skies of June kiss my skin.

I remember the darkness of the gathering clouds is nothing to be afraid of,

That the storm never lasts and the sun will draft prisms across the air of tomorrow’s early morning.

 

The wolves outside my window are quiet in the sheets of water. 

 

Today is my day to survive. 

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2 thoughts on “Week 3 – The Wolf

  1. ‘Summer storms have come
    heat mixes with sun and rain condenses,

    Builds a crescendo I am almost soaked
    on my way to the subway.

    So much is different since I felt salt and skies of June kiss my skin.
    I remember darkness of gathering clouds is nothing to be afraid of,

    That the storm never lasts and sun will draft prisms across air of tomorrow’s morning.
    The wolves outside my window are quiet in sheets of water.

    Today is to survive.’

    Hope you can forgive…really liked your poem…so couldn’t help myself. Best wishes.

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