Look to the Western Sky - A Poetry Book

Look to the Western Sky

 The sky, matte and gray,

swirling misty clouds as tree bows sway.

Branches surrender to the breeze,

wind cutting through them with dictating ease.

Silent power haunts the land,

for darkness looms over the horizon at hand.

Winds sing a roaring chant,

nature holds it's breath at it's powerful stance.

Aether trills a battle cry,

black and light divide the sky.

Clashing air and raging seas,

forces beyond my tiny being.

All that is clear moves out of the path,

for at last the heat-driven fury has grasped,

its period of utter chaos and discord,

thunder its shield and lightning its sword.

Cracks of electricity split the distance,

announcing the presents of it's greatness.

My hair in the chilled wind dances and flies,

a low rumble demands of me:

dear girl,

Look to the western sky.