Storms streak, crying out against
spring. A white haze settles across
the sky descending like icy
accusations judging the earth.
Something is going wrong;
something is amiss.
Leaves shrink, buds feel creation’s anger.
Nature turns on itself in a gasp of
We watch helplessly
like children watching mom and
dad argue and feeling
the foundation shake and break.
The electricity goes out.
So vulnerable, so powerless,
like children cowering under a chair.