The low throaty dissonant rumblings. <br />Bestirs a bush of sharp tiny thorns. <br />The green leaves in shadows form, <br />as the humid air, <br />the moisture in the driving rain. <br />Reveals the sagging roses everywhere.<br /><br />Is It Poetry<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/in-the-storm-of-roses-2/
