a celestial  poise
thickened with rigor,
and an uninvited slimmer of anger
shuddering beneath the tinted nimbus
cumulating,  the memento mori
bristles with each swaggering thud,
thunder rolling through
the late spring sky,
pierced with the current of lightening,
all sits still
as the tempest breaks,
leaving behind a yolk
bright as a golden day
and sublime as a rippling stream
spilling its brilliance
all across the expanse
of a dampened glean