Friday, May 6, 2011



Marching over the horizon,
Like an army bearing down,
A battalion of raindrops
Coming to soak the town.

(An Acrostic)

Pyrotechnic aviator, strange immortal bird!
Heat was meant to vanquish you! Maybe you hadn't heard!
Once your mortal days are ending, then you build a nest;
Every part of it is burning, singeing the feathers on your breast.
Now you're rising from your demise to live a thousand years!
Immortality through destruction! That's your secret, it appears!
X-ellent and mythic creature! I would revive like you
Over and over from the fire, always beautiful and new!


Sylvia K said...

Terrific capture! Glad I wasn't in its way!! Hope you weren't either! Have a great weekend, Brenda!


forgetmenot said...

Great shot of those rainy clouds coming in. And, I LOVE the poem. Mickie :)

Joyful said...

Very interesting and dramatic shot of the clouds. HSF!

fjällripan said...

Soo beautiful! Lovely coulor of the see and the sky:)

Jan n Jer said...

Hope you didnt get caught in it! Great shot!!!