Portents of things to come
Stormy sky and pouring rain
Fair weather cotton balls
Gray blanket for a drizzly day

Look about and heed
What do we form for all to see
Sailing high above in swift retreat
Or gusting words to rush about

What times for lifting energizing
Beauty flashing midst struggles deep
Washing sometimes roaring
In our own smallness soaring

Do we speak of fairer days
Quietly linger softly calming
Breath in deeply sweet aroma
Welcome refreshment steady supply

Flying floating freely
Sunlight glinting over all
Rest ‘neath such as welcome
With One much greater above all

Charlotte-Anne Allen