Oklahoma storms, especially tornados, are extremely powerful. In their wake, they often leave behind rearrainged bits of nature and man-made material. Some things they take with them to Who knows where.

Aftermath

Leaves are scattered
across the fields,
and limbs across the lane.

The morning sky
is dark and blue
and heavy still with rain.

Bolts of lightning
thunder as the
storm moves through the dawn.

With bits and pieces
of my soul
forever changed... or gone!

Next poem: A November Afternoon

Author: Jerry Dan Deutschendorf
from: Red Earth Whisperings
Part I: Nature and the Nature of Things