Brightness fades.
Sooty clouds slowly shove aside
light-weight cumulus puffs.
Birds disappear. Eerie stillness descends.
Suddenly winds whip tall grasses.
Leaves whimper as trees bend.
Branches snap.
Forecasters definitely wrong.
Mother Nature no longer subtle.
Hints replaced by blatant bombastic warning.
Take shelter.
Now.
Written for dVerse, the virtual pub for poets around the globe. Today is Quadrille Monday and Mish asks us to use the word “hint” (or a form of the word) in our poem of exactly 44 words, sans title. Image from Bing Create.
lillian the home poet 
some heavy hints Lillian 😉
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Nature is not always subtle… a storm is coming.
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If only the changes were positive and welcomed by everyone, Lill. Your quadrille made me shiver, with the birds disappearing and the descent of eerie stillness, and especially the ‘blatant bombastic warning’.
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Sadly Mother Nature’s hints are being pretty heavy-handed just now! Storm after storm here in the UK! Nice write, full of movement!
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A very atmospheric poem (no pun intended). I like the way it builds to “Hints replaced by blatant bombastic warning” and the succinct end, so appropriate.
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Great verb use to build an atmosphere, Lillian.
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I love the alliteration you use, especially in “blatant bombastic warning”, not subtle at all.
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This is so powerful! 🩷 I like the image of “Suddenly winds whip tall grasses.” It really emphasizes the turbulent changes in nature.
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exciting write
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The storm arrives…I think you always describe nature so well, like a painter.
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I could feel the storm intensifying with each line. The hint is well taken take cover.
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Where you are the winds change at a moments notice! Well done Lillian. I liked the clouds sparring with each other!
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Isn’t that the truth! There is always a fear when the storm clouds appear on the horizon, or when the heat is too much. Mother nature isn’t messing with us!
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A wonderful description of a pre-storm situation.
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Ah yes, alway spay attention when the birds disappear – on every level take shelter ❤️
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Since we ignore hints, mother nature knows how to club us on the head!
Love this, Lill.
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The last lines are so profound:
“Mother Nature no longer subtle.
Hints replaced by blatant bombastic warning.
Take shelter.
Now.”
I think your poem can also have a dual meaning as commentary on our time. Just saying…
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I take this also as a metaphor for the upcoming storm on a global scale. Well done, Lillian!
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I can feel the winds whipping, and the scent before a storm.
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