Colorado… Du Grand Soleil… Du Vent
Continental divide is slingshot cord,
Flyover country’s catapult of storms;
The wind has plains to sweep and streams to ford
And hills to shape into outrageous forms.
Front Range spreads unexpected cococure,
Three hundred sun-blessed days of luxury,
She feels our gratitude, but to be sure
She sends the sometime winds for augury.
Broken trees and ranging tumbleweeds,
Clack of gates and loosened roofing tiles,
Flash floods, cyclones, coronal radar blips,
And locust swarm of clinging thistle seeds.
Thus nature with these micro-metered trials
Hints at our peril from apocalypse.