Falls the rain
And the leaves
Splish splash
Boat at anchor
On the sea
Roly poly
Float the logs
Storms set free
Splish splash
Boat at anchor
On the sea
Roly poly
Float the logs
Storms set free
Some things
Were born of the tempest
And their beauty lies
In the storm
Hands pocketed
Shoulders hunched
Voices hushed
They’re a beautiful sight
These denizens of stormy weather
There’s a strength
In their solemn wonder
Here where nature runs her course
Indifferent to the human presence
While the humans revel quietly
In hers
So stop
Take stock
Find firm footing
And there turn
Full face
Into all that comes
Lick the salt
Upon my lips
And savour
All strange beauty
In the bitterness
Hope
Sullen
in demeanor
and intent
are they
Delight
do I
in the extremes
of existence
I suppose
It is a matter of perspective
As most extreme conditions are
So I tend to see the glow
And the storm?
Nature’s petit mort