Poetry: Sammi’s Weekender #171 (Impact)


I was, just now, sleepily standing safe in our kitchen
at oh five dark-thirty, Saturday, Texas morning time,
making number-one coffee, pondering plans,
rethinking walking rain-soaked muddy trails across flooded washes and creeks,
just then,
sudden total darkness ripped me,
chased by thunderous, deafening shooting blinding
white flashes of lightening impacted and replaced,
just now,
my life’s early morning tranquility,
unwelcomely scalding my serenity,
just then.


Look both ways when meteorologists warn of Nature’s hazards.
Mind the gaps for disruptions to the darkened peace of early mornings on the prairie.

16 thoughts on “Poetry: Sammi’s Weekender #171 (Impact)

    1. Thank you, Rochelle.

      I am going back to bed. Maybe I’ll read for a bit, too. A happy Saturday morning to you.

      Peace (except for the thunder),



  1. Mother Nature has been off-the-charts crazy, hadn’t she?

    I think I’d go back to bed, too. Actually, I wish I were still in bed instead of making sandwiches!

    Have a great day!

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  2. Nicely done, Bill. It’s a cool 55 degrees this morning in the Okanogan Highlands. I’m heading out for a walk. Feels like fall🍁 Happy Saturday 😊

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