STORM - ON A NORTHERN LAKE
With the setting of the sun darkness crept over the forest of pine,
and settled on a northern lake.
The hush that grew,
by the cry of a loon,
answered by another.
Reinforcement of a mutual bond,
or veiled threat?
An errant breeze
set the pines to whisper a message,
that spread throughout the forest
with a swirl of leaves.
A flash of light,
followed by a low rumble in a far off quarter,
issued a warning.
The sky darkened,
as the moon and the stars took flight.
The breeze grew stronger,
and gave way to a wind.
Flashes of light,
and the sound of thunder,
Droplets fell from the sky,
and fell with a roar.
The air was alive with flashes of light.
The sound of the thunder gave off a fright.
The wind shrieked,
and rattled the branches in the forest of pine.
And then it was over.
The quiet returned.
The clouds blew away.
And the moon, and the stars,
And out on the lake the loon gave a cry,
Answered by the other.