This poem was written as I was watching ominous storm clouds by the riser at our cottage on the river.

A thunderous haiku.

Here is another haiku from my collection.

Struggles of life copared to thunderstorms.

A poem of a violent storm on the seas.

Memories burrow deep beneath scar clusters once called a tender heart

Shadows dance like hauntings from the past, never revealing their hidden faces.

Waters are rising high above the mountain top

and I’m forever fighting, even at the end of day.

Leaves had fallen, trees were bare
October skies were grey.

When times feel hopeless, there is always hope.
When things are darkest, there is always light.

Your name so feminine and motherly but your acts are so heavy with barbarism-We pray against you today.