Summer
Storm
Sudden
darkness at midday
Swiftly
followed by thunder claps
and sheets of rain.
Grateful
trees bow their branches
Until
their gratitude stretches
To the
point of fear,
But
trust remains
As
water and wind become
the
only audible sounds.
Stillness
comes as the sun breaks through.
Humidity
ebbs and flows
in
invisible eddies and swirls.
A wasp
circles a carefully offered blossom
While
the mocking bird sings
every song she knows.
Up on
the wire,
A dove
dries her rain drenched feathers,
Stretching
out her wing
With
the grace of a ballet dancer –
A
grace not often seen in a dove –
A
grace neither sought nor dwelt upon
As she
whiffles through the air
On dry
wings.
~ CK
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