The Storms of Africa
Cumulus Nimbus
To build upon the plains
On sun ripened grass
Golden yellow
The blinding white
Glorious hammerheads
Towered to the sky
The coming rains
Colours ,can change too
In the heat of afternoons
The billowing white
Became blue
Darkened skies
Upon the plains
The first thunders
The coming rains
The flickering ,
of light
Upon the plains
Golden yellow
In sun ripened winter
In the growing purple
From the blue
From the white
In the cumulus
In cloud dark
The thunder has begun
I could see the rain,
in silver streams,
the hidden sun
The light, flickered
Scattering the light shards,
upon me
In the storms of Africa
The lightning arced,
across so many skies
In the wanderings
Upon the plains
In sun ripened winter grass
Golden yellow
The birds, startled cries
In the falling,
of sweet rains
The glorious spires to the sky
Of storms over Africa
In the scatterings of light
Colours ,can change too,
as did I
In the washed tones of purple and blue
Copyright © Matthew Brackley | Year Posted 2014
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