Mom's Home Remedy for a Storm

Watching wide-eyed between white bordered
window panes, wisps of broken bolts
shatter,
piercing the field of a black sheeted sky propped
by waving branches framing both sides.
Floating
faster, spinning inside a cyclone of chocolate
syrup and frothy, creamy milk, the mallows
dance
in sync with the droning wind chasing
positive charges. A flash paints a portrait
marked
by scars as wet drops blur the looking glass, lit
by a dim glow clinging to the ceiling,
shedding
warmth over the cluster of coloring books
and fresh baked cookies. The fake fire
crackles
in the corner, snapping with each flash while
the world beyond the window displays a similar
show.
She dotes on us, snuggling our small feet into
blankets as we grin and gaze back while nature
entertains.

Comments

savigirl14

This is so beautiful I love the picture and your poem is amazingly descriptive keep writing