Tempest
by Candace Armstrong

A tall grey lady steps from the woods
at twilight, green ringlets in her hair.

She stalks with foot falls
flinching earth and ether.

Her shrieking breath blows carnage,
razes like a conqueror.

Lightning flashes from her
clenched white teeth,

thunder responds to the flick
of her black-gloved hand,

anxious clouds cry rain
in her wake.

Then she glides away, gone.
Her scarf trails disaster.



 

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