Sunday, July 03, 2011

There and Here

Sighing softly there,
a sweet kiss of salt sea spray,
just a hint in the air
of what’s to come,
when later great crashes
roll and tumble,
driven,
no longer kiss so sweetly.

Growling thunder rolls overhead
as screams of lightning
pierce the black sky here;
dawn breaks wet and tired,
storm’s aftermath a gentle wisp,
a softly falling ruse
according to the darkening sky.
© ACG
03 July 2011