The Hour Before Storm

Martha Banning Thomas March 1 1952

The Hour Before Storm

Martha Banning Thomas March 1 1952

The Hour Before Storm

The smallest hushes gossiped first,

Foretelling dolefully, the worst; Bustling their timid houghs together.

They hissed and sighed about the weather.

Whirling their crooked arms about,

They whipped their thin leaves

inside out.

Turning their hacks on threat of rains,

They showed the patterns of their veins,

The spruces spoke with reticence Sombre from long experience, For one must meet, as do the sails,

The gusty fortunes of the gales. Remembering all winds that blow.

Will spend themselves at last, and go;

Hut little bushes, being small, Tossed up the biggest fuss of all.

Martha Banning Thomas