Poem 165 – After days of sunshine – a storm

after days of sunshine – a storm

morning is open & ominous
the sky shade of grey speaks
in tongues of coming tempest
my bones brace for bravery
but the rest of me is scared

rain falls in long lines
writes its messages into
the thirsty earth –
the maples love to read

a seed in me wants
to strip naked
run into the storm’s
raging womb – dig in
dance
decide to grow
in the tumultuous
terrain of thunder