Hush

A hush.
A moment of anticipatory silence-
And then the whisper
Wind sighing through the meadow
The world stands still
For a minute, a moment
A brief exhalation of ecstasy.
A hush.
Golden rays touch the green
And upturned faces of blooms-
A world of emerald be-specked by blue.
An orchestra, a symphony
An exuberant cacophony
Begins in the East.
The clouds clothe the brilliant sky in modesty
Coming to battle the golden day
With their tumbling, roiling, deep dark gray.
A clash of white and gray, blue and gold
Their battle rages, the sky is torn
Their wounds bleed down to the meadow below,
A shimmering, hazy veil
It showers the thirsty ground.
A field of diamonds, of glittering gems,
And then the quiet, whispering sound,
A hush.
--5/3/2017