Poem by Kay Ryan, America's new poet laureate.

Like a storm
of hornets, the
little white planets
layer and relayer
as they whip around
in their high orbits,
getting more and
more dense before
they crash against
our crust. A maelstrom
of ferocious little
fists and punches,
so hard to believe
once it’s past.


2 Responses to “Hailstorm”

  1. Hornets, planets, punches – similes and metaphors abound. The poem’s end is almost like a ‘haiku moment’, though. To have short poems on this site alongside the Japanese forms is beneficial for all. Thanks. Did you take the photo?

  2. Where’s my avatar gone?

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