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 4th, 2015 There was a swoop in the air and, thinking it the wind, noticed a flock of song-birds passing over. It is strange to wonder then, how many times we may say something with one intention in mind, but provide suitable ground for other unconscious actions. When the birds pass, they do not think they are the wind, nor even birds. Douglas Thornton