Beneath the storm clouds
purple mist shrouds the horizon,
as cool winds blow away summer dreams
to rain into the ocean, vast and timeless
leaving a breath of perfume
~drifting in the air~
pink fish fly, and you wonder what if,
as you watch the sun with his dazzle-tongue
paint gold across a fresh blue canvas,
while diamonds sparkle on ruby-red petals,
ephemeral jewels—a smile remembered.
Another puente from the Magnetic Poetry Oracle. She knows about the storms here, of course. Every day the sky seems to go from grey to blue to grey again. We’ve been fortunate–all around us, people have lost power and faced flooded homes, roads, and business. Last night though, the storm got a bit scary with lots of thunder and lightning and a tornado warning.