Her Storm

fog and wind
humming past
hemlocks bending
orange leaves dancing
my heart breaking

she’s gone
her receding tide
once a little girl’s laughter
lost in the fog and wind blowing
past forgotten times

© chuck a stetson 2012

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5 responses to “Her Storm

  1. Kumar Gautam

    Touches deep within…

  2. the spareness of pronouns and word choice makes this poem so accessible…and poignantly beautiful. You write as well as you shutterbug, Chuck.

    • there are times when a particular person comes to mind when i write poetry; this particular poems protagonist is well known to me, yet i tried to make her more broad and perhaps personal to the reader. thank you for reading

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