Brontide Over the Hill

Dew drops trickled down leaves of wheat 

Transfused in rain sulked petrichor

Wind seeped through his overalls

Sharply caressing his chest.

Gloomy eyes traced the figure of home

Static above the hill, awaiting his return.

In green drenched fields of epiphanies

She coruscated.

Golden brown eyes weaved with amber

Drapes clinging to hard skin, she smiled

Above all else he knew, calmness in storms

In isolating perplexity, time stands still.