NaPoWriMo Post 22 Pastoral Poem

Outside My Window

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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

or

fall

dramatically

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.

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