Saturday, January 19, 2019

Storm and Burnt Biscuits

The ocean is all whitecaps,
the wind is howling,
the beach is all foam.
Tonight, Nature will strut and storm
and tomorrow She'll bake us a biscuit.

She is stronger than we
who, like unwitting children,
have added fuel
to her mighty fire.

Mom's biscuits will burn,
and we,
will we ever learn?

Will we ever learn?






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