Saturday, August 16, 2008

The Storm

Lightning races across
The tar-stained landscape
In untamed exuberance.

Thunder chases after,
Screaming in frustration
At being the slow kid
In the game of tag.

Hail stands by the sidelines
And applauds

No comments:

After a busy day when confronting admin

 We must all come  Find ourselves And we will all be found Regardless  As the sun finds the morning As breath finds the lungs As I am found ...