The Storm

A heavy, clammy calm has bestilled the sultry air.  Clouds, midnight black, steal the light of the sun and erase the azure blue sky.  Turbulent, rolling, gray clouds underlie the black and race forward like a wild stampede.  Onward comes the storm.  White hot flashes of lightning lace the clouds and reach to savage  the earth. … Read More The Storm

Touch Me

*******  In the stillness of the shadow  In the quiet mists of the morning  In the rainbow sparkle of the dew And in the day that starts anew I was there… Touch me… …with the softness of a feather ….with the sweet scent of mountain heather  Look with me into the starlit sky above Let me… Read More Touch Me