By: Leo Lawton
September 3, 2001
Sun peeking bravely, from a smoky, dingy sky,
Storm clouds tumbling, like demons in a dance,
Swirling, dashing, pirouetting to a drum I cannot hear,
Thunder rolls, storm is nigh, I shall savor its ferocity.
Rushing, roaring, swollen sky, full of black and gray,
Raw lightning slashing down, among denuded trees,
Cold rain sending shivers, through the boughs of evergreens,
Golden days are gone, time marches on.
Stark barren branches, devoid of summer leaves,
Ice skimming puddles, left from day’s end rain,
Dried leaves, crisp with frost, crackling underfoot,
Oh, where has my summer gone, away, away.
Wind screaming down the mountain, to the valley far below,
Driving rain before tormented clouds,
Snow flakes intermingle with the pounding of the rain,
Storms of life are different every one.
We never know what cometh when storm clouds gather near,
Perhaps sometimes its well just not to know,
But we will face the wrath of furies directed in our path,
and know that we are strong and shall go on.