BENEATH THE SURFACE

 

 

So hot.

Hot flames.

Fires burning deep.

Beneath the surface.

Rumbling.

Splitting rocks.

Seeking an exit.

The earth is alive.

Ready to explode.

Did you have any doubts?

Were you a skeptic?

Seeing is believing.

Sizzle.

Pop.

Run!

TRIUMPH OF NATURE

 

What gifts do you have for us,

Oh beautiful sky?

Some warm sunshine.

A soft breeze or two.

Maybe a light misting.

Your gaze is triumphant.

Reflecting on the soothing waves.

I could feel your warmth.

See your beauty.

Hear your tentative rumbling.

Taste the salty air with my tongue.

My senses are engaged.

You delight and tantalize them.

Thank you.

DARK SKIES

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Dark skies are moving in.

The town is dark as sin.

Rumbling fills the humid air.

And The Dead will soon be here.

Hail begins to fall.

Big as a baseball.

Lightning joins the hot fray.

I’m not going to stay.

We must escape this night.

Before we lose the fight.

Wolf has come for me.

I’m as afraid as I can be.

THE DEAD GAME

TRIUMPH OF NATURE

What gifts do you have for us,

Oh beautiful sky?

Some warm sunshine.

A soft breeze or two.

Maybe a light misting.

Your gaze is triumphant.

Reflecting on the soothing waves.

I could feel your warmth.

See your beauty.

Hear your tentative rumbling.

Taste the salty air with my tongue.

My senses are engaged.

You delight and tantalize them.

Thank you.