Monday, October 28, 2013

Storm


 
Storm


Galloping in on a turbulent tide,
Flashing, booming, cracking,
A war of air rivers, hot and cold,
heavy and moisture pregnant.
 
It has no concern for children.
We burrow together, nerves strained,
entwined bodies our weapon
against the monster.

Like rams, unimpeded in a wide expanse,
rivers race toward each other,
heads colliding and shaking
and wringing out tears that fall on a tin roof.
~~~WSR