Irritated

a storm gathers
above her brow
and lightning
to strike
by her sharp tongue

Storm

Rosy goes the dawn

Upon the updrafts
seagulls wake and call

And I alone, against the break

Hold tight against
a coming squall

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Whisperer

Let me
Dip
My hands
Into the well
Of your patience
And slake
Anger
At your mercy
Or else
Bridle me
Claim me
As the eye
Does the storm

Crows

Crow silhouettes
Reach for the looming storm
On a gray-white day

Longing for Spring

As another storm
Smothers the city in white
I think instead of twin blue eggs:
A robin’s nest

Unrelenting Dream

On the unbeaten path, the child treads her way
Through the stormy night and trees that sway
She knows a light shines atop the highest hill
And dreams she’ll dream, till she’s had her fill

Turbulent

Your voice, like a wave
Washes away my doubts and fears
But on stormy nights the lighthouse goes dark
If we weather this storm
Surely, sunny days will find their way to us
And together, we’ll discover paradise again