One Day to the Next

A delightful morning of 68 degrees.

How you confound your creation with

Tsunami-rash changes of tone, texture and shadowing effects.

One day an abrasive yellow orb

Scratches earth’s surface with scalding rays.

Flowers pine for refreshment  and people hid in shadows.

On its heels pursues a gale that pitches grit across the sidewalk.

Leaves escape their branches and scurry to messy piles of friends.

We predict a storm!

Red sky, it happens every time.

Batten hatches, sneak to bed, ears craning for claps of thunder.

Hush small one, can you see tomorrow?

A yolk cracks on eastern sky and

Begins to thin the chill.

Stillness permeates the waves

As earth bows to Sovereign will.

(Ps. 96:11-13, 97:5)