Thunderstorm
Dark clouds creeping
slowly placing gnarled hands
around the throat of an innocent summer day
squeezing and holding tight
until the life of blue and gold lies
...silently in a heap of a July afternoon
silence the birds and cover up the shades of blue
spread the clock of blackness and take hostage
the lovely lady who stoles across the landscape
throw down her roses and her breezes
strike her with the lightening and the thunder
as in the setting sun she weeps...
Copyright © Valerie Bellefleur | Year Posted 2010
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