The Thunder-Spirit Night time--the orange Clouds withhold oncoming rain; Afar the thunder Lingers to oblivion: Restless are the ways That fulfill unspoken dreams Their lives amongst us, As time that summons passing As a startled bird To wake us in the moonlight Of a winter sleep. Douglas Thornton
March 2nd, 2015 Large flock of ducks flies over so quietly that I only by chance notice them in the reflection of a glass table. Almost all things are part of a world perceived in change and we find that they have been living and existing all along. In the air they are, in the mind they are not, but which truly is their resting-place? Reality is no less flitting than the movements of the eye. Morning rain and fog but soon no trace. Douglas Thornton