When the light dipped we knew the southerly was coming:

the dog’s nose spread, the clothes pulled at the line,

then the sky went pink and mauve and branches were black switches

sweeping an enraged sky filled with leaves of bright yellow, and the

half-night boomed with thunder and a great light broke out behind the hill.

Then it was gone: Nature’s wild minute, and the best of the day

3 Responsesso far.

  1. john keast john keast says:

    Thanks, guys. I confess I love wild weather, even our had Canterbury winds.

  2. Alexandra Alexandra says:

    What a vividly powerful description of a storm. Loved it. A storm is something to run out into and dance to the beat of natures drum.

  3. peterlebaige peterlebaige says:

    Like seeing everything in a flash of lightning, how splendid is ‘..nature’s wild minute’.

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