A Stormy Day In the Southern Alps
A STORMY DAY IN THE SOUTHERN ALPS
An environmentalist in love with his endowment, cast an eye upon the defender
of nature’s delicate balance, she the soul queen of conservation, together the two assimilate like the prevailing hurricane lock horns as the beast would in battle.The vibration rattles the old tin roof of our cabin, while the black possums scarper
clouds ejaculate
far below blank out the sun
Aoraki smiles
The tempest cuts through the backwoods far beyond the horizon, deep
in camouflage torments the deanery of elementary life forms. Flashes
of lightning waver through the gloom become centre stage, thunder
rumbles on, a drum roll an intro to a symphony of hail harmoniously
pounding the diverse depth of the valley
drowning in colour
the forest canopy yields
Kakapo declines
© Harry J Horsman 2017
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