the clouds roll in like waves upon the shore but there is no retreat the clouds hang low and heavy a cold zephyr blows yet the sky is unwavering a lone bird takes flight dark wings fluttering skyward the creature pierces the clouds and in one thunderous clap the sky cracks open and an ocean pours out
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.
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!