Counting the seconds
like an angry heartbeat
of a late summer storm
One / breathe
Crackling ribbons of
violent violet strike down
Closer than close to home
Rain falling in sheets
Two // Breathe / Three
Warm blankets
wrapped tightly
around me
My ears covered //
eyes closed /
& now the only
heartbeat
that I can hear //
is my own
Gretchen Leary
Gretchen Leary (McIntire) 
I really like this, Gretchen… especially the quickened pace in the end. Hope all is well with you.
really nice job with this one 🙂
Beautifully written Gretchen. Hope all is well with you too.
Anna :o]
What a lovely poem, although I feel some discomfort here? You either like storms or don’t. For me, I think it depends on how severe they are. Hoping you are well. Nicely written.