Eternal Storm
Catherine Broxton
...time stops as harsh white light falls again
those silver streaks, those forks of flame fly
coursing to cloudy canvas' end
and cease, for a breath, the thunder's drums.
Below the sky, singed with errant spears
sit oaks and pines and birches that sigh
as do the umbrellas floating near
for they all have hid from Zeus' gaze.
The moment passes, the white light fades
the trees scramble for a place to hide.
Banners of Nature cast a strong shade
as the drums of thunder build, until...
