Frankenstorm

Frankenstorm floods
As cold air descends down here
Weather’s chaos reigns.

Morning Sun

Shapes in a pale light
Unveil to show their real face
With the morning sun.

Hard plastic grabbing
Between forefinger and thumb.
Willing to relax,
Vice grip clamping down harder.

Clenched picking hand
Strumming sweet discordant noise
Head bobbing in time.

Nature’s orchestra
Playing no-time signature

Stale heat with no wind
Vocal choir fades, returns.

Mechanical hum
Workhorses drive by;

A roaring lion
Speeding along some journey.

Machines and nature
Answer each other’s questions

While I ponder
Nature’s reality.

Dissonant echoes
As chords progress through the song
Hair flies as head bobs.