There’s an eerie silence
that follows a hurricane
Unlike the cacophony
of songbirds singing
and screech owls bidding
good day to the dawn
There’s an eerie silence
Only dripping and tapping
and water everywhere
dripping and splashing
from thrashed trees
and tapping of puppy toes
on sidewalks and streets
Only dripping and tapping
Walking between the raindrops
I relieve the anxiety that hides
deep in my inner core
accepting that these storms
foreshadow a riotous
hurricane season to come
Walking between the raindrops
Today I embrace the silence
drip and splash with puppies
and simply and gratefully
walk between the raindrops
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Sheila Nielsen writes poetry as a way to stay sane. She dabbles in all forms of poetry and finds inspiration in everyday life and in the natural world.
that follows a hurricane
Unlike the cacophony
of songbirds singing
and screech owls bidding
good day to the dawn
There’s an eerie silence
Only dripping and tapping
and water everywhere
dripping and splashing
from thrashed trees
and tapping of puppy toes
on sidewalks and streets
Only dripping and tapping
Walking between the raindrops
I relieve the anxiety that hides
deep in my inner core
accepting that these storms
foreshadow a riotous
hurricane season to come
Walking between the raindrops
Today I embrace the silence
drip and splash with puppies
and simply and gratefully
walk between the raindrops
_________________________________________________________________
Sheila Nielsen writes poetry as a way to stay sane. She dabbles in all forms of poetry and finds inspiration in everyday life and in the natural world.
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