Surfing the clouds on the golden edgeAbove huge swell of smoke hewn driftsThe sun just dips behind Where Icarus are you?The line of the moor an etched grim Line of no responseOminous in presenceLarger in formThe battle in the skies Set.
Prelude to the orchestration Of the storm aheadLeaves pummelledAnd inverted like wrung outPrayer flagsLime green triangles That strain from branchesConfetti strewn on the lawnCauliflower -topped clouds Fringed goldenStream Battle lines drawnFor glorified war.
When the wind abatesEarth her claw relentsFrom pounding gusts That tear Wreck and havoc make Of plants torn from their rootsflattened Cast adrift Stricken vessels in the nightA spun whirlpool of debris flung Of shredded leaves and twigsAnd grasses arched like wavesFall limp in strands And spent;Listen to the noise Feel the shifting sandsThe poundingContinue reading “Storm”
Hail ricochets the windowWith trembling and vibration, Coursing through the bed frameLike a road worker’s drill;The storm pursues its path,Relentless as its intent;We were warned The forecast said;As in the darknessSpring is torn from its bedSap is centrifuged in stemsAnchored roots are tested;The ash will give up branchesOf buds which will never openTo be repurposedContinue reading “We Were Warned”
Squall and bludgeoning relentBlackened end to winter’s clawNaked trees claim dignity Somber skies,some respite bring Birds loud, in haste,intensify As clouds reform on western fringeUnite a social call.