A Coming Storm
I see the meandering clouds
gathering along the horizon
as if in a warning
of a coming storm.
Their brooding presence
should be marked as an alarm
as they are the mark
of some black moments
ready to enter our lives.
To take no heed
could lend to great sorrow
and loss of peace of mind.
poem by David Harris
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