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FRONT PORCH, AS THE THUNDER APPROACHES

End of day plays Jekyll and Hyde,
it’s a bit warm to remain inside.
A hasty retreat is beaten to the cover
of awning with a rainstorm dawning.
Deck chairs edge closer; the center
of the porch as ground zero.
Clouds dance, lightning brightening
the horizon. Hearing in the distance,
rumbles tumble, a cacophonous cascade;
nature’s serenade played in tympanic
tumult. Nearer the furor approaches.
Rain showers encroach on late spring.
A brilliant display on the front porch at the end of day!

(C) Walter J. Wojtanik, 2015

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FRONT PORCH, AS THE BREEZE BLOWS

Freshly repaired and painted,
deck chairs stained and remain
side-by-side. Bamboo screen
hiding the world from the view.
Fields, a dream come to life,
grass undulating in waves
waiting for the next breath.
Cloud pocked skies azure
in hue, through the lattice
the breeze finds its way.
The front porch on a perfect day!

(C) Walter J. Wojtanik, 2015