Storm From The Past . . .

Before the Storm

When northwest glowed an otherworldly green,
The ambient air drew tighter than a bow,
Then by that tension taught the crops to lean
Still tender stalks imperatively low.

Before grey dust rose to obscure that scene,
Before the cloud flowed over with its slow
And undulating roll, one fragrance clean
Imbued the air, to damp the northwest glow.

(H. J. Hodges, 1985)