Window presents a view:
variegated shades of verdancy
- loud yellow greens to deepest pine
& a thousand tones in between -
landscape's brilliance softened by grey skies.
Distant trees appear through milky film:
mother of pearl ground so thin
it's transparent...
Two birds fly East towards encroaching dusk.
Seeking dry branches, soar beneath
low hanging limbs, power lines
never pausing to light & roost.
Instead fly hurriedly, rushing
out of sight into sheltering depths of an ancient oak:
lichen covered bark wintry white
twisting branches bearded with Spanish moss.
Birds sense the coming storm
long before first lightning forks the sky
& thunder rolls through fields.
Other creatures scurry seeking shelter
as wind whips up & rain intensifies.
Soon enough storm peaks:
rain pelting along with hail
rattling on metal roofs bouncing
chaotic as nature's cleansing.
All this I observe from safe haven
deep within concrete, brick & steel;
& though winds are spinning, raving
my fortress walls are not caving;
& though convenient light might fail
it too will be restored:
grasses will be greener for the drenching
& air will feel so clean
it is holy to inhale.
Its taste: a sacrament on the tongue.
(Rev. Copyright 27 May 2006)
Hugh Cobb
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