Poetry ~ March Winds

The aspen trees bend under 
          unyielding March winds.
The grove moans swaying violently
          in the late winter storm.
The early birds disappear
          having come north too soon.
Another log on the fire
          thwarts the rising chill in the air.
Blankets, put up a week earlier
          are pulled from the winter chest.
The tea kettle whistles
          as the homestead snuggles up
and settles down for winter’s last gasp.

Poetry ~ Eye of the Storm

Remember how frightened you were when the storm formed in my eyes?
You were visibly shaken but safely tethered to the earth with your lies.

When the lightening flashed you cowered in the corner like a child.
Then the thunder boomed, the skies grew dark and the winds blew wild!

We were in the throes of it when I looked up at you and cried
and a teardrop fell from my cheek and mixed with the rising tide.

Then the waves crashed savagely on the windswept shore of my heart
and what was once our love was flooded and torn apart.

Why didn’t you heed my warning to be faithful and true?
Instead, you pierced my heart with deception and withdrew!

Now, as the storm subsides my heart is transformed.
Oh, darling beware, for I am the eye of the storm!

Poetry ~ Dare I say


Dare I say…
It’s all too much
Too hot a summer’s day

Dare I say…
I don’t want to care
I want to run away

Dare I say…
I crave the rain

I need a storm today

Dare I say…
I love too much
the chaos of a stormy day