Saturday, June 1, 2013

Storm, 5.30.13

The grey horizon beckons
Calling out my name
The wind asks to dance with me
Under the falling rain

Frogs are in their element
Warm and wet and dark
The storm, heaven-sent,
Speaks straight into my heart

I long to be one with it
To greet it like the trees
See the sky lightening-lit
Yet stay worry free