Storm Jazz

Unexpected gift
of rain and wind tonight,
weather some choose
to call “bad;”

yet how musical is
this violent earth of ours
with the air whistling, trees drumming,
percussive sheets of waves pouring.

About Tony Brown

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A poet with a history in slam, lots of publications; my personal poetry and a little bit of daily life and opinions. Read the page called "About..." for the details. View all posts by Tony Brown

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