(May) Thunder Morning

Send us Fan MailThunder MorningAnd so she arrivesin the first of mornings,the sky pressing to the awaiting earth,for in the birdsong, the weaving choirs of colors, in the steels slates of silences,  in the memorieshidden, in the shadows and greens of spring line birth,For it is nowthat the month, of May is born, Born in dreams of yesterdays, the bygone winter, the promise of April, the racing clouds,the blustery winds, the heights of darkening,the shredded skies split and torn. As it is nowin the fading, the shadows,of midday blue, the lengthening hours of coming the promise of springtime and longer days that summer,in Thunder is born [email protected]