Ode to Nature’s Cleansing

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Threats of wind and rain
Bringing loved ones home
Fear of the unknown’s pain
Waiting for the ones that roam

Waiting for that one call
To share safety’s news
Praying for none to fall
And speedy rescue crews

Cleaning the grounds like a flush
Buildings and bridges go under
Water rapids flowing in a rush
Waiting out the next thunder

The press of time to beat the flood
Tender thoughts for those that left
Nexus of storms weaving walls of mud
Nature’s swear and Heaven’s list

Oct 4 Sunday Whirl

Only the Blind May See

A quaint serenity fills the air,

A peacefulness that is so rare.

Gone is the busyness of the day,

Replaced with a sparkling sun ray.

 

A bubbling brook wanders by,

As modernity begins to die.

A simple hand upon a tree,

Proves that life is still free.

 

Worries disappear with every step,

Leaves crumbling like every fret.

Frightened wildlife begins to show,

As their faith begins to grow.

 

Such beauty paints a picture just for me,

A picture that only the blind may see.

 

Daily Prompt: Lookin’ Out My Back Door.

Sunset to Dawn

Vibrant splashes coat the sky

Blues, purples, violet

Soon the sun seems to die

And my vision with it

 

Nature’s sumptuous works

Slowly disappear

Leaving Night’s hurts

And manipulative fear

 

In a single moment

The spread of effeciency

Becomes a vacuous element

The master of inadequacy

 

Nothing short of time

Before the Earth dawns again

Awakening in her sassy prime

Brightening each vivacious glen

 

Until then we sit and wait

While night’s slathers of fears

Try to extinguish our fate

As we cuddle little dears