Aerial Tempest

March 8, 2022 by William Bushell 3 Comments

Aerial tempest,
your swirling damp twisting
and dancing in the sky,
rages a fury above
but your rake is not felt
save for a wind.

You echo your salty sister below,
her currents and tides
a reconing force of their own.
A surging power of
unimagined size.

But life is begun,
and life is ended,
above and below
with violence and love,
end to end
again, again
and again.

Aeternum.

© William Bushell 2021