Storm at Welgevonden

 

Storm 1
Storm building

 

 

 

 

 

Clouds,

Like rags,

Fly off rounded, rolling mountains,

Billowing like smoke,

Storm billowingBillowing like distant smoke

Covering the distant green

With white sheets of rain.

And lightning flashes,

Thunder roars and crashes,

Shaking the ground.

Lion roaring
Shaka, black-maned lion, roaring at the storm.

 

 

 

 

 

And Shaka, black-maned lion,

Returns the roar,

Challenging the heavens

As they pour and pound welcome water

Into dry and needy earth.

 

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Isabel Bradley©

8 January 2025

Author: Isabel Bradley

I am a flautist and writer, living in South Africa. I have been married to the love of my life since 1999. We each have two wonderful children, two wonderful stepchildren and seven delightful grandchildren. As a musician, I perform regular recitals in and around Johannesburg, and am a Director, past Chairman and Principal Flute in the Rand Symphony Orchestra (see www.randsympony.co.za)