Fury

Thunder struck, she rose from the clouds
a towering figure, incensed and proud
The winds moved at her command
deadly lightning struck with an order of her hand
Fire cascaded from the tapestry of the sky,
the gale blew with a recurring sigh
Waves clapped fiercely against the shore,
turmoil and chaos, the planet wore
Mountains crumbled to the cracking ground,
cries of the creatures were mercilessly drowned
by the mayhem, the havoc, all the uproar,
by the lashing, battering rain that poured
from the reddened sky, a horrid red-
with fire and tumult, the earth had wed
Her fingers were clenched, her eyes gleamed,
she willed her forces to raze and scream
Until, that is, she closed her eyes,
shielding her gaze from the crimson skies
so she was exposed to the calming dark-
a conflagration that subsided to a mere spark
A cold breeze blew, seeming to calm the fire,
water prevented the flames from rising higher
Her fury calmed, she took a breath,
of her misunderstood anger, that was the death
The dark skies cleared, light took its place,
nature renewed its dance of grace
Screams vanished, smiles appeared,
the golden sun was shining and revered

The Moonflower

(Picture taken from http://suzumehime02.tumblr.com/post/96614204304/moonflower-the-flower-that-only-blooms-at-night)

She ran about as a child, across the field,
in which a number of flowers had woefully keeled
Despite sweltering heat the night revealed
dangerous beauty- the moonflower

It seemed to glow humbly, shimmer pale white
setting the dark sills alight,
Magic and charm which filled the night
did emanate from the moonflower

On her table, amid books in many a pile
it glittered with disarming guile,
its petals open in a charming smile
that was boasted of the moonflower

As she grew older, as she would dine,
they would stand before her in an obedient line
She dimmed the lights to bask in the shine
provided by the moonflower

On downcast skies and dismal, gloomy days
when life and beauty seemed to be razed
It would fill the dark room with undeserved praise
quite pleasantly so did the moonflower

When her hair could be compared to its petal's hue,
she fluttered her eyes shut at last, it is sadly true,
she managed to catch a last glimpse of the view
that was proudly filled by the moonflower

Rays of Dawn

Forthcoming in "Wilderness House Literary Review"

It was dark and tempestuous,
shadows crept out of crevices
leering menacingly
The bright eyes of night creatures
gazed at her- ominous and threatening
The moon was cold and distant,
white mingled with silver, dispassionate, hostile
The stars blinked maliciously
eyeing and mocking her and her fruitless struggles
to escape from the forest
They twinkled and shone faintly
deliberately gleaming weakly,
so that she may lose her way once more
The trees towered over her- skeletal, gaunt,
they loomed portentously, offering a branch
for sinister, baleful critters to perch on
and direct their unswerving gaze at her
The leaves rustled purposefully,
as if their sole aim was to expose her position
Trees camouflaged with the darkness,
behaving like a wall of black-
an impediment to her progress
to escape from the forest
Nocturnal animals howled, communicated eerily
with sounds unearthly, with glittering eyes
did they perceive the doe
With haughty mockery did they consider
her feeble attempts to return home
She flew through the forest-
the cold, foreboding forest
She leaped about for endless hours,
lost, bewildered, confused
Until there came the ray of light,
slicing though the sky in a shower of sparkles
indicating approaching dawn
The doe sat up hopefully, looking at the
lush, green trees, amiable creatures,
cordial birds flying about
Carefully, retracing her steps, she found a path
to escape from
Heaving a sigh of relief, she looked up gratefully
at the shimmering sun, and its golden light
that had guided her to safety
from the forest at night