Norwester ode

Silent heat rose from the molten embers of a dying day,
The grey asphalt lay sweating in the setting sun of scorching May.
A drop falls hither;
Eyelids quiver,
A soggy breeze from the wild wet west
Made my moist skin
Tremble and shiver;
Stirred my heart in its breathless nest.
The searing sun then drowned in a blanket of darkest grey,
Swirling nimbus gathered with vengeance
To bathe the fag end of a summer day.

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@Deblina: ‘Norwester’ is indeed sublime in its essence. The nimbus clouds (of hope) have avenged sun’s scorching silent heat (myriad difficulties of life faced alone) Poetess’s sensitivity is indeed encouraging. I guess this is the part of life that we all await and enjoy.

Michael Moyer

I enjoyed your poem,very good ryming@Deblina

kwai chee low

Lovely poem; feelings so vividly portrayed. Thank you for sharing, Deblina.