The Human Seasons: Elements At War and Peace, Part I

Summers' thunderings gather in brooding, heavy clouds Soundless masses with shuddering voices Calling through an untamed sky Shaking above the meeker Earth, Pillars of rain, shot through, flashings in their depths, Electric fires running through the close, wet darkness - Thunderings assemble to make their pronouncements, In booms and growlings cast through the winds To tongue-lash an unruly world with elemental admonishments, Bearing reminders of old forces that never die, Waiting and spreading through vast spaces, Breeding strength, coalescing. Between the group of walls they live in, He and she circle 'round, Eyes seldom meeting, Casting flashes of hurt when they do. They hold within their aching hearts Black shards of anger born of their quarrel, Acid thoughts brew with the thunder's boil around them It walks with its giant's tread above the roof, Growling mindless sentiments In tones that set the windowpanes ashiver, Bitterness tends to the feeding of itself, Savoring the cold fare Of unforgiven words, thoughts both spoken and silent While this summer squall of tattered love rises to rage Ends in their dark unease; The slow burn of anger between them Has settled to smoking grey ash gradually piling up in their sombre souls As the sky above flares through rushing sheets of clouds Wind tearing by, laughing madly.