406 Lightning in a blue sky May, 2011

Posted on March 7, 2016 by Ken Greenman

Would that the ponds mirrored surface,
the silent, breezeless meadow
be just that.
But pause for a peaceful moment.
Wait for the flash from beneath the glass,
the sudden rustle in the carpet of grass.
A dragonfly swallowed in the shocking splash
of the hungry bass,
the crushed squeak of unwary chipmunk
in the blacksnakes teeth.
Under the calm is turmoil,
the clouds reflection, shattered,
red blood swath on green grass.

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Married and Happy. Retired and busy. Living in NC. 71 and counting. December 12, 2025 and it's 77! ... I would love some written comments, critiques, adulation or kind suggestions.... If you have the time and or inclination, please feel free! Not in fear but by faith. We will see. See you later! If you ever want to talk for real, email me and I will send you my cell number.... I am enjoying this!
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