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
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
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
Weather closes in
Gathers ’round my head
The rain comes crashing down
Drowning out the din
The unnatural world
Lost in the torrent
Lost in the storm
A downpour lament
A swelling, creeping shore
Familiar blooms, taken for granted
Planted in good faith
Things aren’t how they used to be
The seasons seem to change
No space between
From winter to summer
Shorter falls and shorter springs
Flora struggling
Harder to take root
Cracked earth, bearing little fruit
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
Sun peeks through before slipping under
Just a taste on an overcast day
A sign of things to come
Forecast looking up
I keep my fingers crossed
Tossing my head back
I wonder at the sky
Until it fades to black
Until it’s time to rest my eyes
I’ll be dreaming of a sunrise
The sun lies somewhere to the east
Behind a tide of grey
Oceans of white mist
Horizons in the wake
Dark day
Cold and heavy air
Waves to break
In search of weather fair
Fair weather draws me out
Captivates and sedates me
Small peace I’ve found
Under welcoming clouds
No idle threats of a storm
Seas of blue, placid and warm
Quick beat
A flutter of wings?
A flutter of the heart
Chaos
On in fits and starts
Caught up in a breeze
Tossed back and forth
Spring is tough for smaller things
A terror gale sweeps the land
It’s time to hunker down
Don’t fly away
Make an anchor of yourself
Wind felling trees
There’s no escape
Just try to plant your feet