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“Nature has taken a deep autumnal breath, and with gusting sighs of relief has shed away the year’s heft that’s now in the rear view. Tumbling away with strewn leaves are the remnants of days gone by. Storms have been weathered, dry spells overcome, and harsh winds survived, nature is now moving forward stronger. With newly sown seeds hope is laying dormant ready to forge ahead in the ethereal sunlight, come spring. Not loosing a beat, but rising back up rejoining the rhythm and restarting the journey. A beautiful lesson in resilience at play.”

“The most important legacy you will ever leave is your vision planted in the minds of your disciples and a passion as strong as a storm in their hearts.”

“The Taranis Cèilidh by Stewart Stafford Lightning's jagged spear, Burning the horizon bright, Silhouetting empty tables, No picnics by the waterside. Waves sloshed against jetties, A displaced bath on all sides, Flailing tree chorus genuflected, To the foaming vat beside them. The roar of the gale rose and fell, Tempest's tongue agitated potently, Leaves surrendered in droves to it, Sleep deepened in the storm's fury. © Stewart Stafford, 2022. All rights reserved.”

“Upon A Stormy Night by Stewart Stafford Lay that downy head beneath a roof, Lest the lightning sear those temples, As the lamb hears the hewing blade, We sense when the last hour arrives. Testing thunder of the scolding deities, A gallows silence rings in every dimple. Rain, sobbing, weeping for humankind, with no potent hand to dry damp eyes. The upturned night's rage passes on, Sprightly dawn cracks a guardian eye, Cowed people check the gashed skies, Grins, not marked by a storm's blemish. © Stewart Stafford, 2023. All rights reserved.”

“You can survive the storm. Your soul is stronger than the storm.”

“I hate it when storm clouds roll in, heralded by dazzling claps of thunder and lightning that boast an ocean of tears. This majestic performance of bad temper manages to overshadow my pathetic attempts at pouting. No one broods like Mother Nature, hence she steals all the attention I was sulking after.”

“Stormy Sunday by Stewart Stafford Coffee offsets the stormy Sunday, Thundery fingers scratch the drum, The coal-black sky stares unamused, A dim rainbow stripe upon its back. The understudy sun punches through, Slamming into a house's white gable, Blinding against the dark backdrop, The shushing showers rage angrier. Liquid beading on the window pane, Translucent insects marching slipshod, Weather duellists go back and forth, A primal rolling flux rumbling on. © Stewart Stafford, 2023. All rights reserved.”

“You cannot forever escape from the storm; you must learn to stand up to it!”