Words in a waltz

As hoary clouds slid back on the sky
twisters flogged, up, center, and down
sign posts, broken, rubble, splashed, faces, murky
harked back in all nothingness, ‘you’re not alone...’

A calm then descended, somewhat hush, yet risky
with trees latching on to their youngest leaves,
flowers wet, yet stiff-necked, appearing less shaky
roaring, and grappling, the lake still heaves

Fancy cups clank, and brim with life potions
resolute to stir the empty souls, back to their wits
and even as I grope around for sanguine signs,
Nature smiles, wielding a new spell, bonding the bits