Poem and Prayer Request

    Today, I don't have a review ready, so I decided to post a poem I wrote a few years ago. I would like to make a prayer request. The weather is predicted to be very bad on Friday. There is the potential for an ice storm. Please pray that the storm is not bad. I live where there are a lot of trees, and an ice storm could cause major problems. Thank you for your prayers.

Streets of Gold

They’re racing down the brick streets

shimmering golden in the morning sun –

a glittering, heavenly boulevard.

Whipping winds flush forward

chattering leaves along the lawns

swirling through the alleys and byways

cluttering the teeming gutters

that line the wealthy’s stately homes.

Into this melee he makes his strike.

These toys of nature his quarry.

red streak snapping and dancing

flowing ghostly with the breeze

along a golden mystic byway

shaded in the mists of time.