Glass bottle green hues
warn and warm the earth
greys, in low lying formations
stalk the prelude
of cobalt edged
meanderings.
Spinning into updraft
of extreme cold
rotating collapse
of spent lovers.
Crept silently
whispers of wisps
deeply they seek
without being seen
so clearly.
So hard not to notice
the trunk of debris
shatters silence
the horn of warning
pay no heed.
Inspiring from afar
deadly if too close
so it goes
white green water
wall of high speed fog...
lifts up, sets down
selectively
as spent lovers
regrets while embracing
unstable wishes
come and gone...
praying treetops
bow down
pay homage to
unreckoned force
so too, trunks swept
from earth-
foundation of love's grace
as though it did not matter.
Stillness reigns before
mass activity
what force is this?
That rips the bonds-
no force of blood
shatters glass green
in its' wake.
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