storms

Storm’s Rhythmic Dance

It is always nice to hear

the thunder after a bright

electrical streak across the sky.

My granddaddy use to say,

“Do not be afraid of the thunder,

the danger just passed.”

It is the surprise of the lightening

cutting across the dark sky

Illuminating the silhouettes of trees,

not seen in the darkness of

the morning horizon.

A rhythm of light and sound,

an autumn storm of drum rolls

and quiet interludes pause.

Then the conductor of the heavens

raise his sticks and once again,

the lightening magically cuts

across in jagged patterns.

Moments later the thunder

drums out a rhythm of response

and the storm rolls on.

CMM. 2025

Haiku:

A stormy morning

Quiet through the troubled clouds

Nature is on display

Midnight and the sea and wind plays just inside the moon.

Beacons flicker on the horizon to remind the sea the ships wait until morning light.

Unseen Artist’s brush sweeps white froth clouds against a midnight sky.

The poet listens to the wind’s promise to bring a rain shower to lead the dance.

The dust of the day , the worry of tomorrow finds a journey into a healing crescendo.