White Egrets

Poetry is a simple ride through back road rural country side. Alive with gardens sprouting corn, white puffs of cotton being born fodder bales lazing countrified. Each turn a treasure to the eye, white egrets stalking incubi. The rolling breast of every hill, reveals a pleasured puerile; majestic hawks soar in the sky. Every mile of black twisting tar, is filled with country insular. Greening orchards and baked orange clay, clear blue skies enhance the array, in panoramic ocular. On the horizon clouds cluster, summoned to a graying muster, raging into darkened night frightened white egrets take to flight lifting into this blackened sight. Muffled thunder bellows aloud, awakening a sleeping cloud, as lightening scratches through the sky, ruffling feathers as they fly white egrets in a pitch black shroud. Rain blurs colors in distant trees while puffs of dust attend the breeze. Torrential rain, that once was held, within the grasp of this great meld descends in fits on congeries.