Blue Sky Ruin
A trembling earth
panics and cracks
tortured and teased
by the bullying wind
the ground gives in
cornered by gusts
and my red maple falls
ripped at the roots
the windstorm’s fury
fizzles to a breeze
and people move on
swayed by the sunlight
I watch
from my knees
in the dirt
of my garden
as an arrogant sun
beats me with heat
how they relish the rays
that freckle my skin
and bask in the breezes
that mock me
while I brown
like the leaves
of my pink bleeding hearts
left to wither
in the bright, sunny remnants
the passing storm fades
behind a clear sky
taking with it
the menacing wind
and the shade
from my fallen red maple
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