The Darkness Comes


As the wind blows,

and the clouds roll in…

As the air sinks

deep into the Earth..

I am left with the purest scent of ozone…

dancing like fragrant honey,

within my quivering


and despite this purest

of all smells…

I know it is time

to get to ground…

And protect myself

if only for the sight…

Of the colorful arch

that so lovely follows

a tempest…

such as this..


David L. Whitman 09/10/2012 soaked in the rain…


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