Fevered Mind

A poem by Sydney Stone. I do not own the image.

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The rains have come now to the mesas,

Creating striking, lonesome vistas,

The mountain ewes cling to the cliffs,

Avoidings deadfalls filled with mist,

A lonesome leopard hunts her prey,

In the waning light of day,

A crack of thunder, a lance of lightning,

Shows the land in moments brightening,

Throwing all to shock relief,

Laying bare in moment brief,

The drama playing out below,

The law of nature’s ebb and flow.