You roll like rapids on the night
A freight train bearing down
With dark and ominous anarchy
You bring the curtain down
A dragon’s fireless smoky breath
Blows out the sun with ease
And trees are leveled ruthlessly
And bared of all their leaves
As lightening strikes it’s molten brand
To thunderous refrain
I stand here stalwart in my step
Washed to the bone with rain




Sara Mathews     November 2015