Passing Moments by Essae Scott
Scudding across darkening skies
Black clouds strut their advance.
Flashing lightning, crashing thunder;
The brewing storm heralds an angry approach.
Empty, isolated,
Sheltered in the shadow of a barren peak,
Blinds drawn, door clanging shut
The tumbledown cottage
Assembles its armour, forsaken in grief.
Raindrops splatter a rusty roof,
strengthening winds wrench blossoming branches,
While on grimy windows
Tears of empathy flow as a swollen river,
Sadness, neglect, and desolation abound.
Clouds rumble into the distance,
A steaming mist drifting upwards reveals dazzling sunshine
Illuminating untilled gardens,
Relics of the past,
A vision for the future.
