"A stolen moment"

"A stolen moment"

I walked into the grass sea,
into the cool breeze.

Above me, the clouds painted a story.
The grey and blue to the east are violent colors
(an American knows).
White and pink streaked peace above.
The west looked unsettled.
Maybe a new tale will rumble tonight?

Below me, a symphony of life.
Under the sea
of grass,
frogs rejoiced
and crickets lent their voice
in praise of the cooling rain.

Above the pokeweed trees,
barn swallows chased dinner.

Thunder shot across my ears
and the horses flashed across my eyes
away,
from the collie
who loved to work
which I slipped back to
when my wife called me back to life.