Coming storm
Dark water's reached the far expanded no high hill.
It's put a pitfall for young willows, brightly blooming
despite the too unstable weather, which changes the dim
with faint light, breaking dark clouds, slowly falling
being divided into thin strips by the thick sieve
of the spring sky. The blooming willows goldish glory
is so magnificent. It is stealing the belief
in the reality of the created picture.
And a white stork, calling a pair by the red beak
looks really odd on the threshold of coming windstorm,
bringing strong rain from far lands on its enormous wings.
by Thea Ariss
11.04.2026
Just relish! Antonio Vivaldi - Storm
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