by Susan Dianne Smith
Swirling autumn colors
inside a tornado of dust
sweep quickly across the road,
performing a seductive dance.
A slender young tree doubles over
from the intense rage of nature.
Twigs, dirt and debris
fly through the air,
as though on a desperate
Wispy white clouds of smoke
crawl out from chimneys,
making their silent escape
into the sky.
The strong smell of wood burning
mixes with the aroma of meat
that wafts from a nearby steakhouse.
Sunlight slowly surrenders to dusk,
as the wind continues to dance
with a purposeful fury,
accompanied by a high-pitched wail
like angels crying from somewhere above.
Susan Dianne Smith has a B.A. degree in Psychology and a writing certificate in creative writing from the University of Missouri - St Louis. She currently works as a freelance writer and substitute teacher, and is also the mother of four. Being an obsessive reader, she usually has more than one book going at a time, but writing is her passion. She also loves to cook and collect recipes, sing and listen to all kinds of music, draw, and collect far too many things! Susan's work has been published in Bellerive, Poetry Vibes, "Christian Woman" magazine and "The Messenger" newsletter. You can read more of her work at her blog, "Reflections," and she can be reached via e-mail.
November 1, 2007