#795 At Last! 9-17-18

What a lovely hue for a sky!

Startling Carolina Blue
bordered by whip-cream-white cumulus,
slate-gray remnants
drifting away,
North.

(Yeah!
Give them damn Yankees
a taste of our medicine!)

All that humidity drenching the air
evaporates
as if never there.

Rivers breaching their banks now,
clogged with rain-drain and ocean-surge,
creating, for days, maybe weeks,
Archipelagos in the Piedmont
and a misplaced string of barrier islands
stitching our Great Dismal Swamp,

while my soggy neighbor proclaims,
in a one-upping stretch,
how much more tempestuous
was his hurricane-war
than mine.

Fickle Mother
repents her little snit.

Florence flows away.

About Ken Greenman

Married and Happy. Retired and busy. Living in NC. 71 and counting. December 12, 2020 and it's 72! ... I would love some written comments, critiques, adulation or kind suggestions.... If you have the time and or inclination, please feel free! Not in fear but by faith. We will see. See you later! If you ever want to talk for real, email me and I will send you my cell number.... I am enjoying this!
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