Sunday Verses

A couple of poems


Hot winds fanning the flames
Pushing the fire onward
Burning all in its path
Reducing everything to ash.

Animals great and small
Racing toward the edge of the forest
Trying to outrun the carnage
Fear of fire greater than fear of foe.

Thunder on the horizon
Rain marching in
Enemy of fire
Brings salvation to the forest.



Gentle drumming on the wind pane
Causing runnels down the glass
Grey skies overhead
Spanning across the horizon.

Rain dances in the puddles
Splatters reaching upward
Filling birdbaths to the brim
Overflowing in the ditches.

Rain soaking the ground
Plants drinking up the moisture
Roots swelling up filled with water
Giving life to all.