The Lighthouse

the lighthouse

28 December 2015

On the edge of a storm

Waiting on the edge of a storm
The pause between breaths
Between one heartbeat and the next
Is filled with
Tension, exhilaration, anticipation

Will it linger? Will it announce itself with anger and ferocity?
Or will it pass over, a mere whisper of its promised might?

Wind blows dry leaves
They skitter across the pavement,
Sounding nervous and eager to be elsewhere
The world is hushed, braced,
As we wait
On the edge of a storm.

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