The sun is acting strangely
\nIts aura seems to me
\nTo be as bright as ever
\nAnd the wind is breaking free
\nBirds seem somewhat frantic
\nThe coloration too
\nIt really feels unusual
\nAnd not altogether true<\/p>\n
But its tangible I see it
\nWith my own eyes right now
\nA stamp of orange lustre
\nAnd its blinding really how
\nIts as if the sun is tempered
\nWith an attitude today
\nIt feels like a confrontation
\nThat will not go away<\/p>\n
Clouds are moving into
\nIn a multifarious path
\nCharging like a war horse
\nAnd prepping us with wrath
\na resplendence warm and livid
\nWith such an intensity
\nA stream of golden diadems
\nShining down on me<\/p>\n
Its radiant and effulgent
\nDazzling I can say
\nA beaming luminescent
\nThe spectrum is away
\nWith brimstone and with lemon
\nAnd sulphur,s vision bright
\nReally i have a birds eye view
\nOf all this healing light<\/p>\n
The leaves they look peculiar
\nEach colour brought into
\nA brilliance and a softness
\nWith a warming orange hue
\nOf cadmium and henna
\nOf primrose it was there
\nPicked out by these shafts of light
\nComing from everywhere<\/p>\n
The wind causes commotion
\nWanting attention I would say
\nBorn of invigilation
\nThat does not go away
\nIt hides no doubt in hollows
\nTo break into a night
\nTo be engrossed in energy
\nAnd follow with true flight<\/p>\n
And now the sun feels angry
\nIts cherry lips appear
\nCrimson to the naked eye
\nBlushing ear to ear
\nSmoky slate clouds
\nWisps of air drift into the scene
\nEvidence of something strange
\nNow or just could have been<\/p>\n
That glow that probability
\nThe likelihood of rain
\nIts credible its possible
\nThough not entirely plain
\nI have this clear forboding
\nA prophesy perhaps
\nA storm is in the offing
\nBuckle up and tie the straps<\/p>\n
Possible the dragons lair
\nIs sounding off tonight
\nIs it fraught with danger
\nWill that big storm bite
\nUse its cast iron molars
\nTo chew into my wall
\nWho is there to rescue me
\nFrom the darkly squall<\/p>\n
The forest is now rocking
\nWith a precept to remain
\nTo work in collaboration
\nBefore the slanting rain
\nComes hither it may mesmerise
\nWith solidarity
\nReally work in fellowship
\nFor the sake of harmony<\/p>\n
Defiant all that marbling
\nAround the suns cold stare
\nReprisals may be coming
\nIn a counterblast of air
\nPerhaps recrimination
\nAnd a liberating force
\nPerhaps more hours of tedium
\nDirectly from the source<\/p>\n
The dragon feeling haggard
\nRavaged in a way
\nA shapeless formless cloud formation
\nNow making its way
\nIts moving such audacity
\nUndaunted and unawed
\nConfronted by our demons
\nAnd what is my wooden sword<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
The sun is acting strangely Its aura seems to me To be as bright as ever And the wind is breaking free Birds seem somewhat frantic The coloration too It really feels unusual And not altogether true But its tangible … Continue reading