Category Archives: Nature

Hurricane

Ravager of worlds
Storm. Beast. Unstoppable force.
A herald of end.

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Way For Winter


With not much left here
It moves on to brighter things
Makes way for winter.

Seasons

Wind from another time and place.
Blowing in, revealing a different face.
One face to another that face did say:
Among the autumn leaves, come to play.
A sunset in fall before the winter snow.
One last embrace before the fading of hearts glow.
Far beyond springtime and those carefree days past,
Even summer had mourned and into shadows cast,
Any semblance, any thought that bore
Resemblance to a memory that one could not ignore.
Now here in autumn, waiting for the snow,
Praying winter, its face, it won’t forget to show.

Dancing with a Singularity (The Solar System and a Black Hole) 

Dancing with a singularity,
The Sun shows off its rays.
With a sort of morbid clarity,
His last lights did play.
And calling to his closest love,
The Moon, he did express,
One last fairwell from above
With grief in all excess.

From beyond it came so silent,
From beyond it came so quick,
Invisible ’till Saturn passed by it
And it grew an accretion disk.
After Saturn it was Jupiter,
Mars was safely out of reach.
This beast would not come to her;
The Moons lover would host this leech.

Those remaining watched in horror
As the others were torn limb from limb.
The Earth, and Mars her brother;
Those surviving. The last of kin.
Then the final dance was qued,
The Sun and the singularity.
Such a violent death ensued.
Mercury and Venus, were engulfed certainly.

Afterwards the beast moved on,
Wearing the Sun as a mausoleum.
With the only evidence life had gone on,
In the disk,
That momentarily had been a coliseum.

From My Tiny Window 

From my tiny window, I
Gaze outward towards the sky.
Looking at the gathering black,
And wonder, does it ever gaze back?
The blackened night, the moon and stars,
I ask them questions from afar,
And behind my window I’m concerned;
Do they ever whisper in return?

A Cloudy July


A shadow in the wake of thunder at his door.
Thought of this once, not too often before.
Such heavy clouds preceding storms,
In a season where such thoughts form.
Blackened skies and his heart so lightened,
Of the lightning he’s never been frightened.
With open arms he welcomes such as these,
Where they don’t belong in place of summertime breeze.
Much preferred to the bright summer sun
His heart gladdened by what the grey sky won.
In the peace before the storm he sighs,
And prays for more Julys with grey skies.

A Rebellion of Waves 

For waves the sea recedes and rocks that mark its bed,
One sees where sand lets go of another ones dread.
In swelling, falling, crashing, rising, each one tells of the others end.
In vain they argue, a discord of water and sand,
Their frigid spectators, the cliffs behind and the vigilant land.
Such steep demands, the sand tolerates no tribute,
Endlessly dancing in rebellion, they inevitably convolute.