Cycle

Early morning

Idle time

The climbing sun comes at last

Another day dawns in earnest

The summer months go by fast

Flash of fire, then back to dark

Long nights and pitch black skies

Time seems to stretch on in the absence of the light

The Calm

Sun extinguished, inner light shines forth

Keep the gloom at bay

Wind swept fields

Bracing for the rain

The black shapes

Blanketing the sky

Lightning strikes

Turn a blind eye

A memory saved

Of summer storms

No longer afraid

Static Years

New vistas call to me

I feel drawn beyond the horizon

Tired of all the same places my eyes come to rest

Summer creeps, slips by without notice

Autumn always falling next

Predictability

Wears me thin like my old jacket

Soon the cold

Winter rears its’ ugly head

Back to waiting

Same old dance

Spring rains will come again

Forecast Warning

Foreboding horizon

Dark skies approach

First a distant rumbling

Then the sudden cold

Wind, rain and thunder rolls

Like waves, the crashing lightning

Silhouettes of the oaks

Bent like a coward’s back

Under threat from summer skies

Painted shades of grey and black

Find Spring

Try to outrun the weather

Clouds sever, disconnected from the sun

Bearing down

Storm brewing in the door yard

Hard rain

Soil begging for days

The dry spell is over

Sky coming down in waves

Quick Cycle

Somewhere beyond barren trees and brown spans of grass

Colour comes again

Never meant to last

Passing days of Spring

Leading into Summer

Fall waiting in the wings

Then back to Winter slumber

Season blanketed by snow

Stealing all the covers

Half a year in the cold