A Response to Thunderstorm Coming by Tom Hennen
By the chicken coop dust
I feel it too.
My ankles become electric.
Frogs and crickets
cut fringes on the bottom of the night.
Clouds ripple
above the yard light
as though they are blankets
on a clothes line
strung
between nearing stars.
Tracy Mitchell is a newly retired native Minnesotan, recently relocated to the splendor of Colorado. His free verse writing is largely inspired by the vagaries of this frail and transitory life. Fair game subject matter includes nature, ourselves, and each other. His best work has been imagined by the campfire in a clearing somewhere near sleep. He is a contributing member of Poetry Society of Colorado, MyWritersCircle, Writers Among Us, Poetry Circle, and PigPen Poetry Forum. His work has appeared in Lake Region Review, and the poetry anthology As the Kettle Wolf-Whistled.
Painting detail of The Coming Storm by John Frederick Herring.
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