A Cleansing.....
The hour is late, the wind is blowing,
tears are falling through angel eyes.
Skies are blackened, stars are hiding,
trees sway to the beat of hallowed sighs.
First a light sprinkle, growing to a trickle,
ponds and lakes welcome replenishing life.
Wetting the whistle of beast and man,
setting aside all the struggle and strife.
Every time these angel tears fall,
they gently covet all in its path.
Squirrels find safety high in trees,
birds come out, enjoying a bath.
Bunny's scurry for warmth and safety,
while kitties gather under the bed.
Windows rattle, glass begins to break,
suddenly a feeling of horror and dread.
Wind picks up speed, trees bending low,
ice pellets bouncing when hitting the ground.
Roof explodes in a thunderous roar,
as baseball size hail hurls earth bound.
Puppies protected in their carrier cage,
barking and sitting with eyes opened wide.
Extra bottled water and extra food,
time for all to huddle, time for all to hide.
As quckly as it began, it all came to an end,
and the ground outside was glittering bright.
Street lights turned on and cast a hue,
pastel colors yellow, blue, against the white.
A strange silence overcame the new landscape,
a crispness, a cleansing, no prints to be seen.
Embracing the moment and moving forward,
a muffled chirping engulfed the new scene.
Angels now smiling for the gift they presented,
watching diligently at this earthly renewal.
Offering a cleansing from God to heal,
as we take time to say thanks for his jewel.
Written by:
Karen Palumbo
Photography by:
Robert Palumbo
10/8/2009 © All rights reserved
God Bless.
Love and Hugs,
Lena
You certainly have a way with words, this is very well written. Very vivid and full of perfect imagery. Bravo!
Nicole
Regis
Cryssa
Kathy
Harold M. Nash
love and hugs
mary etta
You recreate the ominous feel of the moment. It feels adventurous, too. We lose power every year. Not looking forward to winter. Hugs,
Sheila
Sensitive, observant writing with heart, details perfectly relevant...and the final two stanzas are elevating and highly spiritual.
John
You sure share my love of the marvels of mother nature.I love the astringent feeling of renewal after hail and rain.
Jerry
(((HUGS))) and much love to you and the gang~
As always, your friend in Burleson, Karen Lynn. :D
I'm glad we don't have those storms here in Canada
Snow and the odd ice storm I can handle
Have a great day
The Buzzard
Love And Prayers
Always!!
Blessings,
Christine
Much peace, love, and light,
Amber "V"
Georg
PS. and our Bob is a brave man taking those pictures for you when he should have sent you instead and stay cozy in the cellar!
Z Best One Yet....
Your Friend,TRASK...
With Love,
Cindy