from inside The Sane Asylum... Making peace with myself and getting along with it all...
Sunday, January 22, 2017
Sunday Morning...The Wall Cloud
The Wall Cloud
Walter Thederahn
With the ebbing of time
It will take me back to the sea.
Scorpion, the Norseman's life
Aurora Borealis,
No, Eldorado.
Yet, August eyes
But to see the wall of clouds,
Dark, black clouds,
Holding the thunderbolts,
With echoing thunder- electricity.
The unfolding clouds,
Lighting flash,
White wall of clouds,
Of awesome might.
Still air then sudden rain,
Hail falls, this freezing vapor,
From the sky.
The windrose turning clouds,
Sets twister from the sky...
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