(Vignette based on this tree we found. It stands next to the tangle of grape vines our kids play on in the hemlock forest.)
The prayers of floating seas part their hands, and the rain sheets down.
The roar of wind pushes the Earth, and trees bend east. Their leaves scream tattered and white.
The underfoot shivers with crimson and Creation.
It's coming coming coming.
A gasp in the wind, and--
The bloom of sun tears, folds, burns out.
Shredded bark smokes, and a spiral tear plunges into rock and soil. The tree stares upward.
The charcoal feet of angels are walking.