Twister
The scent of jasmine hung heavy in the still night air Soothing and assuasive Peace had descended on the carnage of the day The rage came unmasked and bare Showing its teeth Fear engulfed all on its path The remains of the day scattered for miles Bricks and mortar Splintered wood from ancient trees Personal belongings One constant sign of normalcy Water cascading timelessly Oblivious to the wrath of a twister Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing © Sue Vincent's Weekly Write/Photo - Cascade Word of the Day - Jasmine RDP - Unmask FOWC - Rage