My contribution to the Prompt 25, Haiku and Decima Challenge posted by Ronovan. Cheers.
Haiku
We notice how warm
it becomes before the storm,
yet you wait, poised, calm.
The Storm - A Decima
Across the sea there is a storm
approaching. We see the rain fall
distantly, will hit as a squall
quite soon. The dark clouds start to form
demonic shapes beyond the norm,
beyond our usual reckoning.
We see a light that's beckoning
us into safe harbour until
the storm blows out, the air is still,
we drink to what the seasons bring.
Beautiful
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Pleasure
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