19 thoughts on “Thunder and Bellow

  1. Reminds me of a poem by Christina Rossetti we read in school, ages ago…. Who has seen the wind?
    Neither I nor you.
    But when the leaves hang trembling,
    The wind is passing through.
    Who has seen the wind?
    Neither you nor I.
    But when the trees bow down their heads,
    The wind is passing by.

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  2. I can, today, appreciate this much more than I would have yesterday whilst experiencing the bold winds and pelting rain of the nor’easter. True as you write, in actuality the winds were ‘Never to be seen’…I most certainly did hear its bellows for hours and the crashing of trunk, boughs and smaller branches of an old oak tree as it yielded to the wind’s powers. Total aside here : I cannot help but grin as I notice the related “It Whispers and Bellows” from 2019. I so loved the art and writing that to me said “HALLOWEEN” (though that was not your intent)! It was printed on orange cardstock, trimmed and saved for last year’s Halloween gallery on my refrigerator of Benjamin’s projects from over the years. It and they are there again this year! Thank-you!

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