Storms of varying kinds...

moonscape

photography by sweetmango

White Wind

on the wild nights
the restless calling
of the barren plains
and snow capped mountains
when the billowing, bulging
grey columns form in the skies
to the west
and water turns to ice
and hurls itself on a suicide mission
to the earths surface
and your breath rattles in your ribcage
searing your lungs with icy fire
when the moon is shrouded
and cowers behind the darkened mane
of the storm clouds brewing
then I shall come
across and over, in between and around
whistling and roaring
icy cold blasts cutting a swath
of destruction and creation
i am the white wind
of winter deep
that howls at the cavern door
scattering the rags that still dress the trees


By sweetmango