Mother Nature. Poem by PAUL COLVIN

The sun beats down, a cold wind blows
As shapeless clouds drift through the sky
Of reds and pinks and greys and blues
The autumn’s gone and winter’s nigh.

The tortured skies, a tangled mess,
So frightening yet majestic.
Is light and dark but shadowless
Its colours, so eratic.

The creeping, angry, sweeping storm,
This Eastern force, approaching fast.
It rises up and gathers pace
Then charges down regardless.

The swirling leaves are lifted high
That rustling noise, it circles round.
The branches snap and boughs are bent
Whole trees uprooted from the ground.

Shrill, eerie sound, a gusting wind,
A haunting call, a song of wrath
Macabre thoughts run through the mind
This creepy tune is kept for death.

The wrath of God it takes its toll
As lightning strikes and fells a girl.
The young lass lies on grassy knoll,
She’s at her end, this teenage pearl.

She cannot raise a mercy cry
Her body slumped by fallen tree.
A heavy branch across her thigh
Badly hurt, she can’t break free.

The pounding, lashing, ice cold rain
Is biting at her battered face.
She lies there still, there’s no more pain
She’s found her final resting place.

The morning dawns, a new day’s here,
No birds, no songs, no language
But lying right in front of me,
Dear Mother Nature’s carnage.