thunder travelling

torn across the county like
hot blood and a scar that may never heal,
under the rolling clouds and fierce
north wind driving the beast at my temples,
during passing time this fever slowly increases,
entry to the mountain region starts right here,
remembering to stay constantly aware,
trusting the instincts like never before,
redefining what this new experience means,
around the same place my family is from
valley with peaks on either side and a river inbetween,
eventually the spirits get stirred up
like a stew rising up through the heat,
little hours being between now and three a.m.,
issues that eventually fade off the radar,
narrow windows of opportunity showing,
good choices radiate fom you

About jaybeasley2

a writer, a painter, a poet, a wordsmith
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