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.

Spring’s calendar of events

March evening storm
I
Blowing hot and cold, angry lovers
rush into each others arms, sparking
into existence their lightning filled
children, giants towering over the land.
Cumulonimbus pillars roiling with winds
and voices of thunder deep
shaking the still naked trees, pounding
aprils warming ground with vernal
tantrums and hailstones, cold and blue.

II
All this begatting and begetting
awash in the fundamental forgetting
of winter just passed
and springs just springing.
April’s hallelujah of re-creation intones
warming air saturated in pheromones .

III
Shedding my skin, casting off
the detritus of all winters,
I scrub the windows of my eyes
to reveal what was once true
and what I choose to be truly now.
Marked by a blue streak
across my forehead, tattooed
no more by the past.
With merlin, I grow younger
and declare-
I am spring.

Turbulence

fall storm

hasty departures and years
of running room have helped
make your escapes an elegant
expression of your life
with characteristic dust devils
riding the currents in your tracks
the visibility of your invisibility
static electricity snaps at your name
as the winds move through the thunderstorm
dark along the horizon
its not your staying or going that move me
but the turbulence left in your wake

Thoughts on the Storm

sounds of chain saws and bulldozers
heavy equipment moving piles of what once were homes
spring cleaning

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hands of friends reaching out in love and hospitality
a community of good becoming great
rebuilding begins

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spring whispers
don’t worry, all will heal, all will rebuild, all will be well
clean up begins after the storm