Lightning

Lightning strikes illuminating the silent darkness and thunder rolls across this flat, dry land. The rain begins. Softly, quietly. Tip tap, tip tap, tip tap until its erotic dance crescendos, and the cadence becomes loud and distinguishable. Lightning strikes again....

of winter

I am afraid I shall bloom to soon, I said staring through the window’s glass to branches bare, and grey. An artist’s stroke, a loaded brush, A flick of the wrist and there. A trunk, a limb, a limb angling, reaching skyward. It is pronounced and beautiful...

Eliza

Eyes black as coal from the land of those who came before. Mountain folk Strong. Brave. Authentic. An element of the very earth, mined, and rare. Beautiful, innocent, pure a springtime sun spilling over the high ridges gently pushing through branches Their young...

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