THUNDER - Blogtober 2020

THUNDER

Oh, to be young summer eighty-seven

Like Herrick fought a dying tomorrow

Pitched tent by the Great Salt Lake pure heaven

An electric storm lit-up the meadow

Like Thoreau lived deep and sucked the marrow

Cumulonimbus painted the night sky

Like Donne's Good Morrow alive my fellow

Lightning and clap we stared into God's eye

Torrent on the canvas nothing was dry

Road trip through the states all kinds of weather

Not a care in the world ever so high

I'll never forget that time together

     That August with you so full of wonder

     Years gone by... I still yearn for the thunder

--Shenandoah Lynd

(a Spenserian sonnet)