Chameleon

The tornadoes that we fear.

Chameleon

The sky a chameleon
changing colors from bright to killer gray
winds softly billowing on balmy night
change in a moment to raging war
"how lofty the cotton puffs rise and hang

Where  the stars , moon and sun reside
an envelope of emptiness in which we revolve
days of warm sunny breeze
nights of rain drops pummel

Sunshine on our skin invigorates
to make healthy the growth of life
while those billowing clouds swirl in torrent rage
landscape tossed in fervent fury
as we hide from the very air we breathe

Death and destruction in the clouds of cotton puffs
ancient formations hold the beauty
but change to a killer vortex , unstoppable
until it reaches it's climax.

MyrtleThomas

In memory to the folks who lost their homes and lives on March 2,2012
in and around Holton and the path that round of tornado's took.