Storm
The western view is
covered by gray clouds.
The mountains now are hidden clean from sight.
Two narrow trees wave gently in the wind.
The grayness slowly moves and all enshrouds
the yard and meets the shining eastern light.
The sun its light reluctantly rescinds.
The snow appears in giant, fluffy flakes.
It covers waiting landscape in pure white.
My patience waiting out the storm is thinned.
The mountains now are hidden clean from sight.
Two narrow trees wave gently in the wind.
The grayness slowly moves and all enshrouds
the yard and meets the shining eastern light.
The sun its light reluctantly rescinds.
The snow appears in giant, fluffy flakes.
It covers waiting landscape in pure white.
My patience waiting out the storm is thinned.
I’m looking forward to
when the storm breaks,
I win!
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