Burned old crag
Half buried in the soot grey sand
Pitted by heavy rain
Issued from distressing sky
Black rocks
Tossed up on the shoreline
Decay in the surf
Still there is colour here
Kelly grass and golden straw
Life defies the gloom
Tag: storms
Perfect Beach Day
Many will argue
Or just stay home
But there seems to me
No finer day
For a stroll on the shore
Than one marked
By a chill spring wind
Under a deep grey sky
Spitting rain and mist
In the temperate rainforest
That created the magnificent
Oregon coast
Centre Line
Sometimes
Even in the darkest times
All I need
To keep me grounded
Is a centre line
Through open country
Furious Nature
This ominous sky
This cataclysm of cloud
Sinister storm
Unleashed on a landscape
Unapologetically lethal
The exquisite beauty
Of furious nature
And I
Defiant
Steadfast in the wind
Rain pelting flesh
Breathe in all that might
Make the power my own
Become the desert
And the storm
Find the darkness
In the light
And the light
In the darkness
Angry Sky
Angry sky
Above vacant land
Allows a torrent
That never satisfies
For the land
Is always thirsty
Relief ~ Pic and a Word Challenge #321
The rippled land
In golden light
Where shadows fall
Before the night
Such lush relief
Did storms reveal
Time’s watercourse
Shapes Earth’s appeal
Dust Storm
Sometimes
Life moves at a pace
I cannot keep
Or rather
Life moves
I simply do not
And in my disastrous stillness
The dust storm rolls in
Without hesitation
To Roll
Over
Me
Move or don’t move
Retreat or don’t retreat
Seek cover or…
Let
The dust
Take me
i of the Storm
I come for the storms
To be confronted
By nature
At her extremes
To remind myself
Of things much more
Than my self
In my calm lagoon
Of self import
I am touched
By what others
Might call God
Though I admit
To no more knowledge
Than such is divine
With I
In my little i
Of the storm
That is existence
Cradle ~ Pic and a Word Challenge #293
Little Island of life
Cradled by the rock
Of a stormy shore
Embattled
Protected
Thriving
For the Survivors
As sea falls back into sea
Prepares for a new assault on the shore
Its hardened rock
Broken but not brittle
Recalcitrant
Beneath the bruised sky
Of abuses relentless
I am reminded
Of the survivors
I came for the storms
For the thrash and hiss
Of the sea upon the rock
The immovable
Resisting the unstoppable
And it is
In a manner
Difficult to describe
So utterly beautiful
And moving
But I wish
In this moment
Only for the peace
Of a clear sky
And an ocean
Becalmed
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