Darkness, invisible -- whitewashed
pale, illuminated from without and
within for a brief, intense moment
before shrouding itself back into
secrecy. Another burst -- a storm
approaches from the west; thunder
rolls. And I, under, watch the drama
unfolding overhead: night light[ning].
The picture and poem are a perfect match, although the prose gives off as much imagery as the picture. Nicely done!! I love to sleep during wild thunderstorms--the wilder the better, unless it knocks out power and I lose A/C!
A book of nature inspired poems and essays, written from the heart and soul of a life-long nature, animal, and wilderness lover, and dedicated to today’s children - Earth's only hope for a better tomorrow.
This book won 'The Poetry Category'
Sheila
Very well versed Karla dear!
Georg
Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen
Micki Peluso
Excellent blend of picture and words...just right.
John
In Christs Love
Michelle~
With Love,
Cindy
You really know how to rumble. -gene.
Fee
Karla this scares me, here we don't have storms, we have typhoons!
Your writing about it calms the fear...I'll be under the bed too.
Cynthia
hugs, lindalaw
Awesome photo - incredible penning!!
Hugs,
Lance
Best wishes,
Connie H
(((HUGS))) and much love, your chase partner (and twin), Karen Lynn. :D
peace and love, Carole~
In Spirit,
Bear
Cryssa