Coming storm <br />blackens the sky, <br />looming, black sheet metal <br />threat, covering everything. <br />I examine myself in <br />the mirror, <br />and I'm satisfied <br />for now <br />with myself inside <br />and out. <br />If this is the last <br />day, <br />before I am swept up <br />in torrents of <br />wind and sleet, <br />I can at least say <br />I was content for this <br />one day.<br /><br />Fiona Eris Strand<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-coming-storm/
