Friday, May 16, 2008

Disaster Weather

Thermals shimmer all across the prairie,
hot-air fountains, turbulence in crystal
columns reaching toward the sky. An airy
portent of disaster weather: mistral,
swarms of thunderstorms that spawn tornadoes,
wind that flattens crops and hail that shatters
glass. Who’d think that weightless air could lay those
buildings low and rip their roofs to tatters?
Scorching breezes play with dust and feathers
fallen from the wings of vultures soaring,
surfing airwaves in disaster weather.
Warnings fill the sky. The clouds unravel,
shredded by the sound of distant roaring,
thunder like the fall of Judgement’s gavel.

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Granny Smith said...

Perfect! I am continually delighted with your poetic ability, your command of nuance and atmosphere (literally in this case) and, in this poem, form.

Tammie Lee said...

That is one frightening storm you paint a picture of, with words. Wonderfully done!

Linda Jacobs said...

Sonnets are alive and well when you write them! Very enjoyable! The words, the fresh rhymes, the meaning. A treat!

pepektheassassin said...

Wonderful! You've been watching the news....