nature – Picking Up Roots

Snowfall

white flakes
drifting
through the yellow glow
of a solitary streetlight,
all is calm;

this peaceful scene
draws the eye,
time falls away
as the mind
is left free
to dance
where it may

all feels pure
the world takes a breath,
it connects
with nature

Calm Before

this beautiful sound
is silence,
unbroken by words
there is just the morning calls
of the birds;
no engines rumble,
no screens scream anger,
there is only Nature
and our thoughts,
this perfect calm
before the day's storms
breathe it in

Sins Revealed

the rain came sideways
in steady gray sheets,
riding the furious gusts
that tore at the windows
and tossed about
all that wasn't weighted down;

the light show upon the black canvas
flashed a dangerous disco,
preceding the vicious cracks of thunder
that fragmented the night,
further darkening the sky;

too many saw it as a cool storm,
a hard rain,
another day,
to the those willing to open eyes,
it was another sign
of our deepening sin