

Frightening and thrilling
A purple dash that last seconds
Making mayhem come alive
Zigging and zagging through the night
Stealing land during the night
They call him the dark sound
Because of his terrifying sound that forms disaster
Flashing across the city and all the other landscapes
They pray for mercy
He is a devil throughout the night crafting mayhem upon the lands
Rattling and roaring
And you can only imagine when his friend thunder is on his side
Boom bam they roar together
They create mayhem together
They destroy lands together
Lightning and thunder
They’re just two dark devils
They’re unstoppable when there both awake
The urban and rural landscapes have no chance
lightning screams louder when thunders around
Bang lightning creates unstoppable disasters
That aren’t so natural when lightnings doing it
Everyone tries to escape but when they hide he always seeks
as the night ends everyone who survived is grateful
but lightning is always waiting for the night
Because when it’s night again they all know lightnings going to create mayhem two times worse than before
Boom crash crackle lightning is always there.
The library windows opened all the books flew out in pairs The school kids sat in wonder as the librarian became a bear She grunted and she snorted “Get those books back in” she roared But nothing, nothing could stop them as into the sky they soared
When days grow short and nights grow long, trees start to grow a corky layer that cuts through every leaf-base stem. Like falling books, unloved, condemned.
No chlorophyll to ink leaf’s page, green’s superficial stories fade revealing deeper colour’s signs, like reading in-between the lines.
Xanthophylls are coded yellow. Anthocyanins, red-purple. Carotinoids have orange gowns while tannins turn their pages brown.
Here’s a lovely link showing all those leafy autumn colours:
https://www.livescience.com/16508-fall-leaves-rainbow-gallery.html
Words, words, words!
They’re in the air, they’re everywhere.
In a book on a page,
on a sign on the stage.
Falling up, falling down,
in my head, spinning ’round.
My mind is full of wondrous things,
of lovely, weird imaginings.
As I walk the words flow through
and I write them in my notebook blue.
So many tales to tell and share
with dragons, frogs and cranky bears!
When story’s done there’s many more
because the world has words galore!