DARK CLOUDS

It was cold down by the ocean
I walked alone along the beach
Glad I wore my jacket
And a sweater underneath.

The wind picked up, the waves were high
I could hear the ocean roar
I loved watching as they approached
And made their way to shore.

The moon was playing “hide n seek”
As it hid behind the clouds
Peeking out here and there
in between the dark grey shroud.

A few ghost crabs….scampering about
Needing to find shelter
A storm was brewing in our midst
Night birds fleeting…helter skelter.

Darker still, the sound of thunder
They had predicted quite a storm
The wind was whipping, the ocean churning
Nature sounding the alarm.

I walked awhile, about a mile
I was out there all alone
I knew the rain was coming soon
It was time to head back home.

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Author: Patty Richardson

Writer: Film scripts, poetry, short stories and songs.

14 thoughts on “DARK CLOUDS”

  2. Lovely poem, thanks for sharing!… even a storm can be a enchanting event filled with wonder when walking the beach… 🙂 was it a mere storm or was it the gods awakening to start the day, one wonders… Hmmmmmmmmmmmm… 🙂

    “I’m not afraid of storms, for I’m learning how to sail my ship.” Louisa May Alcott

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  6. I had saved this and read it again. Patty, how remarkable it is for you to pause and take in each second, be in the moment and let out in such wonderful rhymes the poetry it offers… It’s like you create a set each time, in the mind’s eye, and tell its beautiful story! 👌❤

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