Moments of Rapture

So strange yet magnificent
How thunder rumbles,
Extravagance that bows
To a symphony of cries.
Life, undulating like leaves
Swirling in downward twists,
Running, past great banks of mist
Echoing with ghostly beauty’s
Frigid grandeur, dancing to
The Winds, North and South,
East and West, a bridal veil
Of delicate haunting mist.

 

words: Marie Hunter Atwood
date: June 2018
picture: WP Tangerine

 

 

 

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