storm by Martha-Ann

Dark and brooding storm clouds gather
Scudding o'er the storm lashed sky
Screeching winds buffet the landscape
Leaves and twigs go whistling by
Raindrops once that pattered slowly
Ever faster deluge down
Inkblot patterns merge together
Soaking in the parched hard ground


Perturbation by Martha-Ann

Rooks strut the straight brown furrows
probing with soil bedecked beaks
searching for grub or beetle
then rise like one majestic creature
flying into the keening wind
to head for the shelter of their pine tree roosts

leaden clouds scud impatiently across the darkening sky
as rain drops begin to pitter on the bare earth

trees lean from an ever increasing wind
as the last of the autumn leaves
are stripped from their precarious hold of the bare branches

glistered raindrops burnish beech twigs
ephemeral beauty destroyed by the fierce wind