Wednesday, July 27, 2016

Backside Of Beauty

View from the Ranch Tonight

         Backside of Beauty
On the backside,
Of a tornado,
Beauty can reside,
Rainbow bright and brilliant,
Consumes the evening sky.

Prevailing winds drunkenly shift,
Howling stiffly in the trees,
Dust puff low against horizon,
Loose hay floating about with ease,
On the other side of beauty,
Tremendous energy,
Spinning round about.

Spitting icy balls,
Violent anger expressed,
Wreaking destruction in erratic path,
Sirens blare alert the air,
As trauma does unfold,
Leaving wake of pain untold.

Nebraska's violent weather unleashed,
Upon the prairie and the hills,
Causing awe and wonder at the power,
Reminding humans that we're weak,
Can stand amazed at the extremes held in tension,
Seductive beauty on the backside of tornadic power.

Written about a tornado tonight south of Mitchell, NE.

About the Author:  Brian Bucks lives on a small horse ranch in Western Nebraska and is a husband, father, electrical engineer, and poet.

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