[ FS ] Rolling Thunder

  
 
The low rumbling in her  
smokey rolling thunder voice    
across the spiny ridge and plains  
comes as invitation to alliterate  
invocations of no god in particular  
as you liberally lose yourself literarily  
within her assonance spread wide  
throughout the poem she recites;  
initiation rites of primitive religion  
resurrecting and drawing you  
back in further on knees    
in worship of Nature's  
glorious creation