storm – catsignal

haiku 583

radar’s storm tracks
cross over town –
x marks the spot

storms dive south
much-needed rain
goes with them

winter storm nears –
first few snowflakes
cross the county line

storm arrives –
raccoon tracks
across the porch

pleasant night
before the storm –
train horn

gust front
now we wait
for the storm

The captain had never seen such a storm and never expected to again. He saved a whiskey bottle from falling. No need to die sober.

Posted on May 6, 2014May 5, 2014 by bryon

after the storm
blowing dust a haze
on Main Street

As the storm neared, Todd checked the tent stakes he had pounded through the wooden floor. It was easier than fixing the roof.

after the storm
hail-repair tents
blossom