sheltered from the storm

fall storm

a poem in two forms

sheltered from the storm, I wait for the clouds to part to hear the call of the river and the running of the creeks restored, responding to the freedom of springs warmth and winters end, I splash and swim in the clear waters of may.

sheltered from the storm, I wait for the clouds to part to feel the rush of the warm wind scenting the spring air with the salty sweet smell of the oceans and the perfume of sweetgrass lingering in the breeze as I run barefooted in the bright green grass of may.

sheltered from the storm, I wait for the clouds to part to taste the first sunlight of golden dawn gesturing with her open arms across the illuminated ridgetop warming the deep green ferny hollows, I dance in the first true day of spring.

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sheltered from the storm,
I wait for the clouds to part
to hear the call of the river
and the running of the creeks
restored,
responding
to the freedom
of springs warmth and winters end,
I splash
and swim in the clear waters of may.

sheltered from the storm,
I wait for the clouds to part
to feel the rush of the warm wind
scenting the spring air
with the salty sweet smell
of the oceans
and the perfume
of sweetgrass lingering
in the breeze
as I run
barefooted in the bright green grass of may.

sheltered from the storm,
I wait for the clouds to part
to taste the first sunlight
of golden dawn
gesturing with her open arms
across the illuminated ridgetop
warming the deep
green
ferny hollows,
I dance
in the first true day of spring.

In case of emergency

Lessons learned may not go far-
in case of emergency,
guard your heart-
its ruptured tires might go flat.
In case of emergency,
do this or that,
its not pretty and it can be rough,
it just what you do
if the going gets tough.
In case of emergency,
by and by,
we will not know when
and we may not know why.
In case of emergency.
hold your heart safe –
in case of emergency,
just in case.

My Love is Like ….or Metaphors, be damned

rosebud

My love is like a red, red nose
That drips in the month of May.
(Well, now that is not attractive.)

My love is like a green garden hose.
(What the heck!)

My love is like a man that hoes
the long, hard row
to Tipperary.
(Good grief, where did that come from?)

My love is like a Reb that rows-
(Well, he is from North Carolina but he hates the water.)

(For Heavens sake!)

My love is like a man that arose
To hoe the garden, row by row,
Cultivating the greenest spring,
To wreath the head of his May Queen
With rose on rose on rose on rose.

**** This bit of nonsense is for Bjorn’s prompt at dVerse MTB. Happy May Day!

Eden of Chaos

May Garden 2013
There is something to be said
for gardens neat and tidy,
pruned rows of charming box,
lilies, straight and proper,
tiers of trimmed trees,
all standing at attention-
a symmetry of geometry.

But, for me, I’ll take a garden rampant with green-
ferns astilbe mums roses lilies dianthus hollyhocks coreopsis violets
with a few bindweed and clover and poison ivy too-
moneywort overtaking the gravel path,
cheek by jowl to the lemon thyme,
columbine gone to seed,
and foxglove hiding behind the iris blades,
hostas shading the damn rabbits,
birds alight everywhere,
filling the air with color and song.
This is my garden, my delight,
my beautiful chaotic Eden.

From a branch of the family tree

I am from breakfasts in the watermelon shed
Dr Pepper and pear preserves
made of the knobby fruit from the side yard tree
Hot humid summer nights with pallets on the floor
populated by long legged and freckle nosed cousins
From sturdy Texas stock and dog people, mostly English setters
and crazy long tailed pointers
I am from Baylor homecomings and tearful home goings
I am from Albertine and LeeRoy

I am from tall pines, dark swamps
and paper mills with their pungent smell
Fish fries in Crossett Park and tea parties with delicate china cups
I am from church on Sunday crowded with great aunts and uncles
and quarters to place in the collection plate
From armadillos, white tailed deer and tail-less blue jays
And from trips to the graves at Promise Land
I am from the kids table at Thanksgiving
I am from John Henry and Marie

I am from prairie dog towns and bluebonnet Springs
From family dinners and station wagon road trips
Moving boxes and new school rooms
From brothers and beagles and capture the flags
I am from swimming pools and man made lakes and creosote creek
Home movies and John Wayne and Swiss Family Robinson
I am from Tammy and Old Rugged Cross and Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious
From special occasions and occasions made special
I am from her songs and his laughter
I am from Rose and John L.