Avalanche

On the snowy Mountain

Before the roar

Of destruction

Not even a murmur

Hardly a consideration

Still the potential is there

For the  terrifying conclusion

One moment, beauty and love, laughter,

The next; the entering into the realization

Suddenly, epic

As the life force itself

If trusted

Leads the way out of the path of sure annihilation., perhaps?

Sometimes that takes completely over

When it does, life is assured

When it doesn't?

Exactly, a question

Here I hope, through various stories,

To portray circumstances

To that effect.

Through nothing planned.

Letting the muse speak its mind and heart.

To have the affect it will have.