The Last Day

Dedicated to Olivia

I hear the howling wind

And the stately maples bend

To sweep the ground.

As the unrelenting ire

Of a cyclone laced with fire Touches down.

Where storms have raged before

I fear that something more

Is in the making.

There’s an urgency that’s sensed

In this summer storm pretense That leaves one shaking.

Off to rescue sleeping babies

As new certainties quite vaguely Settle in.

And to watch as nature’s fury

The appointed Judge and Jury Charges in.

While praying for salvation Impending devastation

Takes its course.

But little hearts

know naught of fate

So I smile and underrate

This deadly force.

With equal lack of warning

The sun returns

adoring hearts are mended

And no one anywhere

Was the slightest bit aware

The world had ended.