In the Clouds
A Yellow Swallowtail Butterfly lands
Upon Purple Wild Petunia's blossom
Sipped a drink of nectar, flew; life unplanned
Soon the sunny morn turns into eve; clouds come
Thunder and lightning off in distance sound
Cool air floats, peace overtakes, all succumb
Morning brings solid clouds, will these confound
Like the cloud that filled the Holy Temple
All that Holy area did surround
A cloud that lead Israel's children gentle
All the way from Egypt to Canaan land
His appearing will be transcendental
A Yellow Swallowtail Butterfly leaves
His soon coming to this my spirit cleaves
Finis'...
Sponsor: Craig Cornish
Contest: Terza Rima Sonnet Contest
Transcendental means here not in accordance with nature
Copyright © Sara Kendrick | Year Posted 2013
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