Thursday, September 3, 2015

Beauty and Thundersong

Tonight thundersong fills the twilight
with just enough music to comfort
instead of frighten.

Clouds pile up
and dissipate
only to reform again
through ever changing forms.

Many people see things
in clouds, like clowns and rabbits.
I see only beauty
and don't need imagination
to make it something more.

Without comparison or analogy
I see beauty and hear music
in thunder and cloud,
and know I am blessed
simply to see and listen.

Beauty rides on wings of the wind,
and thundersong fills the twilight.

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