The sun stretches her caressing hands.
Balancing on the horizon, it seems.
Last rays of day scatter across the lands.
As through a glacier, the light gleams
Over meadows and memories past,
Dripping off cardinal's wings into azure streams.
Galloping alongside stallions unsurpassed,
Golden beams falling with prancing leaves
And slipping into cracks of canyons vast.
Shadow wraps around illumination like sleeves.
Billows as smoldering incense in sacred art.
The day has left, has hastened like ghosts and thieves.
Shade stands resolute and rampart.
Rapt with the veiled, vanquished moon.
Hidden in devious clouds, the waves devoid of heart.
Luna moths glow like enchanted rune.
Catatonic branches creak languid and livid.
Stillness will be overtaken soon.
Rapturous applause is thunder; vivid
Echoes shake the stagnant air—
Bludgeoning and blasting what was once timid.
Rhythmic electricity fractures the sky with flare
To maze its way down, pricking Earth.
Stars hide their shine in such dark affair.
Chaos ensues henceforth.
Controlled by frostbitten winds, rain spins
And baptizes this world in forlorn rebirth.
Like Flamenco dancers, grass begins
To bend and curve in one accord.
Volcanic, this gale erupts from within.
Gouging and thrashing as a wicked sword,
Hills are left with scars and laceration.
No life has dared in this raging tempest stirred.
As a blooming carnation,
Fledglings stretch and shake back to life.
Followed by the rest of creation.
As if removing a veil, lilies shed strife—
(Only remnants of the storm lie in puddles of debris.)
Bursting with bluebird harmony of lyre and fife.
Hues of ruby scintillate from apple trees.
Butterflies like careless gypsies dance
Through wind carrying the chorus of millions' jubilee.
Splendor of nature is captured in all but a glance.
Sunflowers turn to greet their coveted sphere
And remain lost in her captivating trance.
Fawns bow in grateful prayer
And in the sequoia kingdom they scurry
Not thinking about there, but relishing here.
Chasing invisible fairies,
Pups bite air and
Found treasures they bury.
Oak giants, across land, are spanned--
In humble communion they stand.