Blue, Green, Red and Purple: Storm Brewing
Ah, but the leaves and the flowers know that a storm is on its way, as Betty Collins’s poem reveals.
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Sinister
The hot wind blows
Hypocritical
Warm, it makes no sound.
But the leaves know
And whisper each to each
Excited, afraid -
The flowers crouch low
Salaam – in eastern salute
Pressing dulled heads
In close confusion to the ground
.
Occasionally
the sullen couriers of the clouds
Big raindrops
Fall;
Slowly now, cautiously.
They are the reconnaisance
Waiting the time to strike;
When all the forces have been mustered
Waiting til the mighty wind
Shall give command
-
Then, the final word, the lull, the dark,
And the storm will break.
