Notes About The Poem
I wrote this poem sitting among the trees in thinking of the weather in its many forms and mood swings
Silhouette of Nature
Draped trees, etched in crimson fire,
Sun’s last kiss, as day retires.
Scattered clouds, in dazzling dress,
Raindrops hang, a jeweled caress.
Rainbow’s Bridge, across the blue,
Violet-green, and reds anew,
Sahara’s winds, a whispered sigh,
Hot sand dances underneath a fiery sky.
Snowy peaks, in crystal light,
Flakes like stars, taking flight,
Frozen frost, upon the pane
Winter breathes, a chilling reign.
Warm mist rises, soft and slow,
Kissing earth, a whispered flow,
Fog ascends, a silent shroud,
Nature’s secrets whispered loudly.
Hailstones ping, like needles fine,
Tiny tines, a silver wine.
Thunder cracks, a lightning’s tear,
Gray skies weep, the winds hold fear.
Hurricanes, with winds that moan,
Ocean’s wrath, upon the stone.
Trees uprooted, in twisting dance,
Twister’s fury, given a chance.
This silhouette is a stage so grand,
Nature’s drama is close at hand.
From fiery dawn to frozen night
Her beauty is vast, her power, bright.
So let us stand in awe, and humbly see,
The silhouette of nature, wild and free
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