ALWAYS

That’s my star   seasons change alignment but its always there   night clouds hide its face thunderstorms try to wash it away but its still there   clear nights smile me wide within horizons depth standing in the usual place, its always there   security in my eyes faith in my heart, I look … More ALWAYS

HEAVY WEATHER

A low rumbling a quiet menace brooding on the horizon   a language of sounds ominous clouds above the reach of man   evil markings retire day’s shadows relinquishing serene space to a greater force heavy weather reflects in eyes gazing upward   rain presses onto the souls of mortals.      

ALMOST OVERHEAD

There was a caution in the air. A thin front of yellow yielded to heavy black layers of a disruptive sky crawling menacingly above. Thunder sounded from the hands of trauma, releasing repeated detonations. The calm surface air quickly became an unlikely opportunity for safety. Nature began to carve out its design of strength in … More ALMOST OVERHEAD

FURIOUS

It was a train in the sky. A thunderous ballad of unscripted percussions of warm and cold colliding; an influence without equal.  The oncoming front sounded like a thousand warriors. running hard. Leaves turned over.  Windows slammed shut.  Animals sought shelter. A sequence of distant low frequency explosions pressed the air. There is no resolve … More FURIOUS

ALMOST OVERHEAD

There was a caution in the air. A thin front of yellow yielded to heavy black layers of a disruptive sky crawling menacingly above. Thunder sounded from the hands of trauma, releasing repeated detonations. The calm surface air quickly became an unlikely opportunity for safety. Nature began to carve out its design of strength in … More ALMOST OVERHEAD

WALKING THROUGH

In the forest, under a canopy of boughs, rain creates a symphony as a portion of the sky falls.  The moisture provides a density buffering all sounds.  In the shadows there is calm; a noiseless base.  Birds have secured sanctuary.  Footsteps move quietly over damp leaves and twigs; dryness removed. A distant rumble of thunder … More WALKING THROUGH

RINGMASTERS

Street people sing the change cups full. They dance without care, laughing wide and loud.  They search for the weak, catching their eyes, reeling them in; the uninvolved walk and avoid. The corner becomes a one ring circus.  Traffic releases thunder.  Children point.  The elderly understand the caldron of poverty.  Midnight ends the show. A … More RINGMASTERS

PIECES OF SKY

It was a beginning sound, like an orchestra finding it start, each instrument achieving an evenness of created strength.   So was it with the beginning of the storm. A confluence of parts formed overhead, lining up like soldiers on opposite sides, rising quickly to the challenge, breaking silence into a riotous charge.   Pieces … More PIECES OF SKY

MOVING ON

A building torrent of storms forced a crazy going, pushing in and hammering out a day swollen with clouds and wind.   A broken night rumbled like passing trains thundering through, heavy with rusted metal, beating a rhythm without equal.   Lightening streaked, slamming the sky, sawing the air with bold power, blinding quickly and … More MOVING ON

THE STORM

The aftershock of the storm left a numbness of quiet. Leaves trembled from remnant breezes. Puddles reflect a sky willing to improve. Cool air refreshed the skin.   What was brief, yet boisterous, recedes like smooth water at low tide. The anger within the clouds drifts to a new horizon; distant rumbling like cannons randomly … More THE STORM