Wednesday, May 6, 2009

Clouds crash

Yesterday, the clouds were crashing. A twisted tree pointed to the fray, so proud of its discovery. The heaven's mumbled as what was once fluffy fell to its knees. Swords of thunder ripped through the sky like rocks through rice paper. The ground did not peep; so brave was its position, beneath an armor of history so thick and pure. A rabbit finds shelter as his nose twitches the news. Birds ruffle patiently behind eyes that seem to yawn. Forming a chorus of "this too shall pass", we listen for the sun together.

4 comments:

Maria said...

I may not always comment on your post because sometimes my words just don't do it justice. I read them over and over, I am in awe of someone who can put words together that make me think, make me feel, make me see

Chris said...

I agree with Maria. I am in awe too, and sometimes don't even know what to say, except this is truly beautiful.

Ida said...

Maria and Chris, you are so right, sometimes the words just don't express what dwell inside after reading such breathtaking work as this..

Caroline Pond said...

you are a sweetheart jarue. Love reading your blogs and love your stylie.