Gerald Bosacker, a prize winning poet, now living in Whitefish Montana during summers has been inspired by the Rocky Mountains and high plains to write of his adopted muse and refuge. Some of his latest are offered for your previewing and publication. PO Box 1813 Whitefish MT 55937

Mountain Lightning

 

Black clouds barking at rain soaked ground,
don’t scare the trees with their rumbling sound.
When wild winds strip away each unsure leaf,
the impudent trees kneel in specious grief.
Angered storm clouds mocked by bogus fears
light up the Earth’s sky with ionized spears.
Now charred and split, shocked trees wear scars
tracing the course of ionic scimitars.
Do Clouds fear trees will steal their space
or more securely rivet them in place?
Do cocksure trees that grow too tall
dare brash storm clouds to make them fall?
Do earthbound trees resent things that fly,
or jealous of Heaven, long to try?

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