Inception of a Storm
A silver disc
floats high
in the azure palette.
When suddenly,
stretching its darkening appendix,
a rolling, feathery mass
covers the spherical gaze,
and soon,
Blessed droplets
fill the soil
with Rich Nutrients
of the Diviner's Supper.
Ah! What a Feast!
So loud ~ so silent ~
So swift ~ So enduring
So absolutely essential
to reach the Heavenly gold.
© Jeanne I. Lakatos
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