John Bowhers

Green-Yellow: Yellow-Green

As green rains a-cappella resonate
Short, swift, staccato, perplexingly sweet,
Catching fowl off wing-drawn out from their fleet,
Spiraling round to a contented state.
A light will emerge and clouds shift aside…
Although the force of the tempest competes,
Green lightning and thunder sing as fronts meet,
With destruction there is room to create.

Yellow swirls inward and dries up the falls,
How tranquil this sky has finally become.
Yet, in odd reflection rains still descend…
While ahead a clear flying future calls,
Utopia doused in a brilliant sun,
Some storms remain undefined in the end…