Lightening Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Moths flying high above in hot night time air.
Lightening breaking from depths of clouds, showing for seconds, their heavenly formations.
Listening to the crickets chorus - I cannot see them for they're hidden by the darkness of night.
Slowly spreading across the skies, white, hazy clouds float by - proudly displaying lightening shows they hide within their insides.
Every burst fills the air with it's silent, brightly lit, lightening.
Beautifully blue, it fills my eyes with the same color which fills my mind as I write out of it these many words.