There was an assembly of winds
colliding silently within the mists
of one another. Gray steel clouds
disappeared then quickly reformed into
an angry turbulent sky.
Fields of turned soil blackened over
like early night when shadows fade
in the presence of half light.
A crumbling sun slipped from view,
proving boundaries have no limits
when storms breech the air forcing the
knees of soil to yield to the encircling
unmatched, unchallenged demands
of wind.
Roger Singer 