Storm by Blair Gaulton

If from nature’s scorn a storm was born; we’d end up shorn ‘n’ forlorn.
BJG(Blair Gaulton)Jan 2019


Storm by Blair Gaulton

Would a storm apologize?
(C)BJG(Blair Gaulton)Dec 2017

Hope ‘n’ the Storm by Blair Gaulton

Hope ‘n’ the Storm
Hope dances in the storm;
not caring about being tattered
or torn.
Being shorn
of its sheen;
does not bother it anymore.
Facing fears down ‘n’ being tested.
It will emerge;
altered ‘n’ stronger than before.
Reaching ‘n’ nearing the other shore.
Feeling sure, it will get there;
succeed ‘n’ more.
(C)BJG(Blair Gaulton)May 2016

Grandfather ‘n’ the Storm by Blair Gaulton

Grandfather ‘n’ the Storm
Eat’n some melons in the garden;
as thunder chuckles outside the door.
Clouds resemble molasses.
I see people pulling out their glasses, to see:
the storm is getting ready to come.
Now we’re done.
Grandfather says,
let’s get inside;
before it arrives.
(C)BJG(Blair Gaulton)July 2015