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)