Today’s word is “procellous” ... stormy, as the sea. (Dictionary.com)
Dark
When the clouds are dark,
Moving with procellous might,
Our senses are alerted,
That sense of flee or fight.
Logic does not feelings sway,
Their currents are too strong,
We give in to happiness or rage,
Whether right or wrong.
But we must think things through,
To come to our senses,
And breathe and learn to give some grace,
And learn to mend our fences.
Anne Selleck
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