Caught Up In A Silk Tornado Cloud

I have seen the glory of God shine brightly
on the leaves of afternoon, new wrought spring leaves
free of rust, unsoiled in the sun there, highly
        placed in the treetops.

I have seen the shimmering waves of wheat stalks
in the morning breaking of dawn which casts dew
off their shoulders, shaking their heads with windblown
        gusto and laughter.

I have seen the randomness spotted fawn stand
wobbly for the first time and duck his head down
to his mother’s teats for a suckle bleating
        royal and childlike.

I have seen the she-wolf in hiding, tongue lolled,
shallow breathed, impatiently near the hare’s run,
coiled to pounce, the darkness holding her steady
        waiting and waiting.

I have seen the kingfisher dive for minnows
swimming shallowly in the pond’s calm surface
reach and grab and fly to the green ash braining,
        brainlessly preying.

I have seen me circling, seducing fervent
love and wonder if m’lord watches voyeur-
bent and lonely-eyed for a moment, bashful
        smiles, at our gasping.

He must see the glory of love fulfilled through
us in ways we cannot begin to fathom,
but the funnel spider is weaving funnels
        we are left searching.

Charles (Charlie) Southerland lives on his farm in North-Central Arkansas where he bales hay, mills lumber, hunts and fishes. When he has time, he writes poetry on just about every subject. He is published in Trinacria, The Rotary Dial, First Things, The Road Not Taken and other journals. He has been nominated for a 2016 Pushcart Prize and is a finalist in the 2015 Howard Nemerov Sonnet Contest. He likes to write sonnets, villanelles and sapphics.