Lightning waltzes with stars in night skies grand.
We huddle so close in the porch's warm glow
as thunder roars nightmare lullabies and
biting rains turneth dirt to mud yond flows.
The ancient wonder once again draws near.
I can feeleth it here in Missouri -
where science is charm, charm is science feared
and the storms cannot swallow their fury.
Wet, sticky heat bubbles over treetops
into the sweet grass, shriveling to ash.
And the wind whispered melodies He taught
to slumbering cicadas en masse.
Thy hand in mine own, nay words art spoken
as nature within us wast awoken.
YOU ARE READING
Step Aside Shakespeare
Poetryin which I torment myself by writing Shakespearean sonnets.
