Thunder and Silence
Still and silent,
the hardness
of steel,
black and grey,
presses and squeezes
the morning light
from a reluctant dawn
and leaden sky,
whilst below
in swathes
of new and vital green,
the earth exhales
and holds itself,
ready for the fall
and hammer
of early morning
thunder rain,
and though the birds
sing loudly,
in umbrella songs
of colour
and invisible kites
of hope,
in the celebration
of thousands
of applauding trees,
the hush and whisper
of opening leaves,
heeds the farewell
of night.
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