The sky glows red
with anger.
It shrieks thunder.
It rains tears.
Lightning sizzles
across its angry face.
Wait.
Watch.
Listen.
The sky is still in command.
It shows its wrath.
Then it grows calm
and releases the blue skies.
RED SKY
nature
CLOSER TO THE BLUE
CLOSER TO THE BLUE
Puffy clouds appear far and few
In the aqua sky so brand new.
I sink deeper into the white sand,
My heart beating like a marching band.
If I close my eyes tight,
will I see paradise this night?
It takes me back to the time
When everything had been fine.
Fantasy, I beseech thee.
Return me so I can roam free.
Take me back to the shore.
Where I’d been happy before.
SHINE IN THE NIGHT
The night grows heavy.
It grows dark.
We look to the moon.
To bask in its glow.
A halo of blue.
Falls to earth.
Blue against orange.
To shine into the night.
AFTER THE STORM
The winds have taken their victims.
Tree limbs lie scattered across the grass.
A quiet descends upon the land.
Animals peek from
their hiding places.
Birds chirp in unison,
happy to be free again.
The sun will soon shine.
The clouds will clear.
The darkness will leave.
The earth regenerates itself,
preparing for the new day.
A RADIANCE FROM WITHIN
Nature has its own beauty.
Its radiance comes from within.
Blossoming from a mere seed
To give color and light to the world.
ANCHORS IN THE WIND
Postcard from Tulum by Todd Wall
Calm blue waters.
Pink sand.
Palm trees wave in the sea breeze.
A burst of wind lifts the palm trees.
From their roots, they fly.
From their anchors in the sand.
A puff of wind
and they’re gone.
HIS PLACE
The sun sets.
The animals prepare for the night.
The old elephant stands in his place.
He doesn’t need to move.
He has everything he needs.
He keeps a watchful eye
As he stands in his place.
