approaching

wailing undertones

Folder: 
Nature / Folder 1

 

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dimly lit skies, and a dewey, warm waft of air

saturates my skin with breezy atmospheric breath,

in the distance, dark luminous clouds frame the skyline,

like a syndicate of angry politicians after an unfulfilled mutiny,

scathingly awaiting a liberating reprise.

 

clusters of dark grey sheets loom 

behind multiple satiny sheer curtains of microbursts

that frolick beyond the parched brush,

and far away, a crescendo of rumbling chaotic warnings

can be heard, but it's arrival is unknown

and the length of it's stopover a mystery.

 

still, i am confident as i witness it all,

my mind's eye knowing of the sun's 

flirtatious collaborations 

in this dramatic dance 

of nature's undertones of fury,

and await the show with anticipation.

 

as i pull in the driveway i hear

the expected yelping 

of a 70 pound red heeler/sharpei mix,

his keen aural senses in a tizzy.

 

7:31 PM 7/21/13 ©

 

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Author's Notes/Comments: 

(ok--he's really 98 lbs. but i was thinking he would have been mad at me if i put that in a poem--we're on a diet lol)

 

Expanding here upon the magnificence of power nature has over us. That there will always be something or someone that has power over us---of that we have only left, a choice of how to perceive it---and that our inner strength of character and faith, during those moments, is really all we have left in the face of any fear, no matter how overwhelming. 

:-)

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