at http://dversepoets.com/this-is-us/ we are meeting the challenge of writing a 44 word poem to include the word ‘lull’
Sky is beaten to the colour of slate,
brooding but briefly spent.
And for now the wind is nothing
more than a leaf-whisperer.
In this quiet the river clings to its bed,
trembling woods are still full of panic.
This lull will not last.
welshstream 
I admire the wind as leaf-whisperer ~ Indeed the lull of the storm will not last ~ Love the share Paul ~
love how you weaved fear in the moment of lull…
Love the leaf whisperer!
“for now the wind is nothing
more than a leaf-whisperer.”
ohhhhhh. I am truly lulled by this. Thank you.
Oh this is marvelous.. I like how you personify the nature… it’s like a beast that’s out to get you… A lull with lots of tension.
Oh, I love this. You’ve chosen each word so thoughtfully to create just the right atmosphere. I really like how the word “brooding” ties into the prompt word, lull. Wish I’d written this.
“trembling woods are still full of panic.” I love this poem – sheer beauty
Very effectively penned! No, one has to appreciate the lulls while they happen but they definitely will NOT last!
This is enchanting! I love the idea of the river clinging to its bed and the trembling woods in a panic…waiting for the lull to be over. I love your poem!
Stunning imagery. I love the build up, the contrasts between the storm and the lull, but most of all the ending that leaves a punch. My favourite tonight!