Donna Smith Poetry

I opened my eyes to greet the day---and was greeted by darkness
Night fell right before my eyes, yet no stars twinkled in the sky

I try to drink in the dew of the night air
But it’s sweetness has turned sour on my tongue

The mighty oaks, maples and pines are all weeping willows
Slouched and hung down wailing
While the wind blows through them

The calm blue sea is now as black as sack cloth
Churning and roaring
Destruction in it’s path

Can you feel nature’s unrest, as God’s hand regulates the storm?
Watch in awe and see the tempest form

Poet: Donna Smith