thunder from the sky poem

More by Edward Hirsch The Widening Sky. New to AuthorsDen? Eric Dierker from Spring Valley, CA. Their ghostly riders pulling the reins. The sky is ashen pink from the bushfires south, lightning strikes, thunder growls, the fruit-bats fly out. … What a wondrous accomplishment. In its autumn tint of gold—. (When the rest of Heaven was blue) Of a demon in my view—. almst like a nerve of the sky - sorta like, a dirty vein . It wasn't raining the day she died, but to me, everything was falling apart like raindrops. A menace at the sky. A white glow from the moon reflects the early morning mist rising from the warm earth. THUNDER IN THE SKY She sits upon Her regal throne Surrounded by dynasties of old Pyraminds are Her rings The stars, Her eyes And when She speaks, Her voice rolls Like Thunder In The Sky The sun is her flaming crown The moon, Her nocturnal gown Diamonds are Her smile Sensuous and wide And when She sings Her sound It is Thunder In The Sky This is an autobiographical poem. The aftershock Then there was fear. From the sky, From the sky. The sun comes hotter, and the shingles steam. The sky is lowering and black, a strange blue-blackness, which makes red houses pink, and green leaves purple.