At Long Last

Rain's aroma
in the color of tornado,
cold eerie silence pained.
Birds have taken shelter
under the tree's canopy
where a breath note holds
elongated on the
precipice of verge.

Finally, the last eek
of light diminishes
as sky's orchestra waits
for the baton to fall
overture begins.

Somewhere a cry
in the midst
whirl crashes
destruction wails
to unfurl, unyielding
intensely beyond...

Buried and unearthed alike
a time capsule of perpetual-
found in a puddle.



SadieLu/2011

..again "wow"..

Thank you,this is such emotion.

Thank you, kindly