I feel it in the warning of a thunderhead above darkening the skies, quieting every feathered voice. In each crack of blinding electric lightreleased in the earthen smell of cleansing rain. It casts off the tail of a star falling from Her place in night’s sky, terrifyingly beautiful and bright landing gently, lightly dusting the wings of a starling in flight. I hear it whispered on the breeze carrying seasons’ shift the first cool breezebalmy summer’s reprieve the first warm onea promise to tired souls waning. In the terrifying force of an avalanche it roars. A cliffside of snow sloughs […]
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