The Storm, composed 20 August, 2011.

 

A storm crashed in the firmament,

And lightning smote the granite clouds.

The Sun’s wide path was covered, rent,

His figure lost, no longer proud.

Upon the earth a simple tree

Bends beneath the thunder’s fury,

And all around small creature cling

And quail beneath the violent surry.

Then, soon enough the storm is spent

And calm pervades the western wind.

But lo, the tree’s proud form is cracked

And lies upon the blasted heath,

And all we want and wonder, can,

Not serve to tell us when it sinned.