Outside My Window
Texas skies make grand canvases for Gaia.
She stirs the clouds into tornadoes,
rumbles warnings, lights her work with strobes
no angst defined avant-garde artist
will ever best. Gotterdammerung
defines her work on days like these-
moody grey and overcast with portent…
No matter that in half an hour the sun
will shine from cloudless heavens
washed crystal clear and limpid blue,
that mercury will rise
and bloom-filled flower beds,
brave petals ripped by hailstones
still sparkling on the ground,
will wave brave leaves in greeting
paying homage to their planet.
As should we.