Simon Ashcroft<p>Tempests</p><p>Unexpected storm,<br>from which there is no shelter,<br>how long will you rage?<br>Patience; blackest night’s fury<br>may see a calmer day dawn.</p><p>I’m no less the fire<br>from the angry sky, nor shall<br>my wild soul be tamed;<br>but, there are softer breezes,<br>and my storm does not last long.</p><p>© Simon J Ashcroft, 2025</p><p><a href="https://mastodon.sdf.org/tags/SJAshcroftsPoems" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#<span>SJAshcroftsPoems</span></a> <a href="https://mastodon.sdf.org/tags/poems" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#<span>poems</span></a> <a href="https://mastodon.sdf.org/tags/poetry" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#<span>poetry</span></a> <a href="https://mastodon.sdf.org/tags/PoetryCommunity" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#<span>PoetryCommunity</span></a> <a href="https://mastodon.sdf.org/tags/MyWordsMyWork" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#<span>MyWordsMyWork</span></a></p>