Dust Till Dawn

As the sun come up it was red as blood, at mid morn blue like water that floods And finally white its shade had become, and the ring around was orange and plum Dust from the outback rolling in waves, hit us with force and nothing is saved I went out Walking dirt filled my mouth, tasting of sand tongue dry as drought A swirling of Eddy’s outside the door, as nature’s revealing my mouth fills in awe Climbing through cracks that didn’t exist, this storm from hell tried to blow us to bits In glimmers of light that dapple the floors, the air is full as wind gusts the doors Of all the sights I’ve seen in my life nothing compares to a gravel worn night A sheet of tin is flapping like hands, creating a whirl in brown and white sand I’m sitting and watching the world outside, and I pray that nature lets her anger subside ON the 23-25th of September Australia seen one of the worst dust storms in our history I wrote this on the first 'worst' day .....