Birth of a Hurricane

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It’s steamy in the southern Keys tonight.
Her air is thick. She tastes of salty fog.
A quiet’s fallen with no birds in sight.
Her ocean swells; she’s pregnant with resolve.

Her palms turn, twist and wave a hula skirt
fall quickly back as wind subsides beneath.
She hesitates; a flash begins to flirt;
as light’ning promises some stiffer teeth.

Expectant, gray light pushes down our beach:
a rising, higher tide begins to form
of something coming just before the breach.
A quieter wind wavers ‘fore the storm.

She’s here! She’s pushed a new-born screaming child;
she’s grown a full-blown wind to squall awhile !

Day 18 “Storm Warning”

“Storm Warning”

It’s steamy in south Florida tonight.
Slick air is thick and tastes of salty fog.
A quiet’s fallen with no birds in sight.
Staunch, ocean wave rolls in with stiff resolve.

Old palm trees twist and wave.  Their hula skirts
fall quickly to the dying breeze beneath;
await a windy swirl, begin to flirt
with light`ning as it sparkles on the sea.

Expectant morn, she creeps upon this beach
as higher rising tide begins to warn
of something coming just before the breach:
a calmness wavering before the storm.

Then, boom! This hurricane will boast awhile:
this dame arrives with sudden, raucous style.

(Day 18, April PAD, Writer’s Digest. Write about the weather.)