Vicious Season

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Tornado season arrives to greet us,
Lost in thoughts of neon green.
Wind, rain and an eerie calmness,
Consumes our dark afternoon hour.
Content that I’m where I should be,
Mother Nature unleashes her power.
Siren blows, to the basement we go,
Relieved to know God’s protecting.
Stay calm, Big Brother is watching,
Our vicious and swirling Nebraska sky.
Three sisters grew up trusting him,
Today proves nothing has changed.
Fire Chief’s job begins, as we wait,
We love our big brother, please keep him safe.
Amen
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I wrote this poem during my first weekend in Nebraska. Mid June weather at its finest, my friends. We’re all fine and the destruction was minor for my hometown. (Weeks earlier the destruction much more severe.) The clouds, however, unforgettable.

Beauty

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There’s this face I see
In the mirror
Occasionally lost in fantasy
Pushing through
Emotionless days
I’m done looking
Sunshine
Show your rays
Fingers pointing out
All my flaws
One freckle
Two freckles, gone
Forget it
Lost cause
Nose too short
Cheeks too big
None mine
All inherited
Should be thankful
Proud, too
Yet poisoned
By You

Back Road Haiku

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Redhead lost in corn
Been gone too long, this is home
Leaves feather her face

This poem written with my baby sister, Leah. Driving down back roads today enjoying each other’s company. She thinks I’m on WordPress too much, so in order to feel included she insisted on writing a Haiku with me. I think the poem turned out well. The picture was all her doing. She thinks she’s funny! Maybe she is…of course she is. She gets her humor from me. Making memories, my friends. Hugs!!