The Last Day

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Nature's Fury, NE Storms, Poetry

The Last Day

Dedicated to Olivia

I hear the howling wind

And watch the stately maples bend

And sweep the ground.

As the unrelenting ire

Of a cyclone laced with fire

Touches down.

Where storms have raged before

I fear that something more

Is in the making.

There’s an urgency that’s sensed

In this summer storm pretense

That leaves one shaking.

Off to rescue sleeping babies

As new certainties quite vaguely

Settle in.

And to watch as nature’s fury

The appointed Judge and Jury

Charges in.

While praying for salvation

Impending devastation

Takes its course.

But little hearts know naught of fate

So I smile and underrate

This deadly force.

With equal lack of warning

The sun returns; adoring

hearts are mended

And no one anywhere

Was the slightest bit aware

The world had ended.

Debris

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Debris, life cycles, life renewed, Old trees

The tree is feeling withered from the heat
And nowhere is there refuge to be found
It cannot grow, there is no safe retreat
And all attempts to leave fall to the ground
It seems its time has passed, it’s doomed to fail
And join the rotting masses in the shade
What once were thriving branches now are frail
As one by one they fall from where they swayed
The absence of their bulk leaves open space
As brilliant shafts of sunlight wander in
Essential for life’s cycle to take place
For even while it stands, new life begins
And in its place a giant shall appear
As proof that once a fruitful tree was here

Heat Wave

Bits of blue still peeking through
The glowing shades of green
The shadows play as tall trees sway
In our paradise pristine
The humming bird is calmly lured
To subtle shades of red

I whisper softly in your ear
Hey you, let’s go to bed.