Indigo Blue.

It's very early in the day for me, but I penned this earlier after watching the weather from my window. It enthrals me, often to the point of disbelief, what colours we see in our skies. We often ignore the beauty of nature, as we are consumed by our need for more. So I placed us in the feeble positions of tiny woodland animals. Playing out their tiny lives as a stupendous storm hits.
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Indigo Blue

Small gusts bring whispers of you.

Scurrying feet beating hasty retreat.

Larger gusts shouting you bring anew. 

Boughs bending at your glory.

Eye’s peep from hiding holes deep.

As you arrive to scream your story.

Deeper than the cruelest fury.

While tiny heart pound from all around.

As you bring them a judge and jury. 

That false lull in your indigo sky.

Little noses sniffing air as all pause and stare.

When your vast centre passes by.

The sudden jolt that all can feel.

Frantic minds all panicked and blind.

They know this foe so very real. 

Lightning reaching from the ground. 

No where to hide from the sound out-side.

Your heavy growls and thunderous sounds.

Then you are passed a distant rumble.

Beating hearts rest after an arduous test.

This jeweled grove feels once again humble.

By Helen Stallard 
February 7 2014