When Nature Writes Poetry

There is poetry in nature. Today is one of those days that the nature deities of the ancient religions return to earth to leave their mark. They take something ordinary, and they create something preternatural with it. No matter how you look at it, there is poetry in nature.

But then, something within nature goes beyond poetry. It strives for something more--a paean, perhaps, to the glories of what the world can occasionally offer within its grasp. There is a glimpse of divinity, the song of the sublime, and the whole world is still and silent while under its spell.

Yes, sometimes nature writes poetry.



It only pisses me off when the poetry falls on the power lines.