I could feel it coming—
anticipated the thunder,
crisp white linen sheets
across the sky,
and the outburst—
that instant release from raging heat
with stirring after scents:
sweet wet rose petals, satiated lawns,
damp hair, warm skin,
and hope
hanging in the air
just within my reach;
just outside our window.

About Heather Grace Stewart

Bestselling Amazon author, speaker, and poet, Heather Grace Stewart was born in Ottawa, ON, and currently lives near Montreal, QC with her husband, daughter, and a cat who eats everything. Trained as a newspaper and magazine journalist, Heather started her career as a poet and novelist after publishing this blog in 2008. At the time it was titled WHERE THE BUTTERFLIES GO, and it became her first poetry collection. More:
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4 Responses to Forecast

  1. The Emotional Orphan says:

    HGS- Nice piece here . I am recently very in tune with the message here and found your imagery and muted intensity very appealing . Thanks for sharing and it’s noce to be among the undead… J

  2. dmarshall58 says:

    Beautiful and, having borne so many storms here recently, I recognize that moment after so vividly.

  3. Gally says:

    Wonderful imagery, well done! I love thunderstorms.

  4. alienhippy says:

    Hi Heather, lovely poem, very easy on the imagination. Just how I love poetry, the picture is exposed and alive. Left an impression, thank you. x

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