And clouds did come crashing
The flight of fluff fell under the weather
Surely the heavens did grumble
But earth stood still in her steadfast
Swords of thunder ripped open the sky
Stabbing arrows pierced a thin rice paper
The brave ground gave no worry
I see a rabbit finds a shelter
A radar nose is twitching away the forecast
Birds settle in to preen along my windowsill
The salon of feathers and gossip means all is well
I may not always comment on your post because sometimes my words just don’t do it justice. I read them over and over, I am in awe of someone who can put words together that make me think, make me feel, make me see
I agree with Maria. I am in awe too, and sometimes don’t even know what to say, except this is truly beautiful.
Maria and Chris, you are so right, sometimes the words just don’t express what dwell inside after reading such breathtaking work as this..
you are a sweetheart jarue. Love reading your blogs and love your stylie.