It's lightening out
not sizzle, electric, flash
but gentle shift, gradual
black to softer grey
trees in relief
against the coming sky
porch rails no color
but moonlit glow
yellow cat grey magician's trick
now you see it
nightime tears
sparkling the grass
morning's breath
greeting you at last
rained here all night...love a good storm though....the lighting...the awesome power....now you see it now you dont in the flash...
ReplyDeleteI like the grey magician's trick, now you see it, now you don't ~
ReplyDeleteHappy Sunday ~
I love how morning rolls around again, on a breath
ReplyDeleteEnjoyed the morning's breath greeting you at last! Loved the wordings in your poem!
ReplyDeleteMornign rolls with a promise!
ReplyDelete:)