Harvest your fields
and store up your grain,
there are storms coming
to ravage this land.
Burn your fires low — with
little smoke — hide your serenity,
there are storms coming
to lay low these woods.
Bring your boats into port,
secure fast the rigging,
there are storms coming
to terrorize these shores.
Lock away your children,
stay off of the streets,
there are storms coming
to decimate your town.
There are storms coming
for which we are ill prepared.
for the image prompt at The Mag
Awakened Words 
I always like your poems, Mark, and this one is no exception. The repetition of “there are storms coming” makes it all the more stronger.
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.. a Rondel .. how utterly delightful.
I admire your execution though on the whole it seems apocalyptic.>KB
Sharply ingenious…
It seems we both saw the same thing this week. The repetition underlines the warning like a drumbeat
Well done!
Cleverly done. Indeed there are storms coming…
Anna :o]
I remember reading this earlier today Mark but didn’t get around to commenting (or writing to the prompt, I guess) until now…I like this poem a lot…there have been some devastating floods near here lately and your poem speaks to me personally right now…I agree, storms are coming…,more and more of them.
http://aleapingelephant.blogspot.ca/2013/07/beneath-skies.html
Still, we are never prepared for the storm when it hits. Nicely written .
The repetition of “storms coming” is so effective. It seems no matter the warning we are never truly prepared…Nice work!
Plumb prophetic!
An elegant offering for this week’s Mag, thank you. 🙂