Seven For Chaos and Order-- Climate
Shifting from tanned morning when day sizzles
To a quick invasion of noon’s rainfall—glassy wet —
I walk on eggshells perplexed by the many moods of a climate
When flighty nature leaves me burnt and doused without notice!
While in this outrageous raid, my eyes track night-clouds
To follow a star peeping its way out in blinks,
Quieting my senses--rinsing wired tresses in moon streaks.
Seven For Chaos and Order
nette onclaud's Contest
Jan 30, 2017
Copyright © Lyva Marty | Year Posted 2017
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