Thunderbolts,
Zeus's weapon of choice,
For water of life,
companion and voice.

When rain is scarce,
we pray and we cherish.
When there's too much,
we're afraid that we'll perish.

Water of life,
feeds our souls and our earth.
Precious ingredient,
leads to infinite birth.

Anomynous. 9/1/2016.

Ebony's Gold.

Dark fast erupts with decisive lust,
locks in skybound eyesight
between banks of low cloud.
and blocks all sight of a sinking sun.

Dusk folds early into twilight's hold,
attacks any last view of
homecoming bird flight and
wraps shadows round ebony's gold.

Night awakens and strikes daylight,
cuts sunset's late shine from
evening's nocturnal edges
then shuts pitch darkness in, tightly.

Battle for might ends and what wins
is descending blackness
but dawn's fight prior planned
sun's mighty push shall again begin.

In ancient meadow yonder
She frolics with butterflies
Wearing a halo of wildflowers
*~Marian~