Monday, November 12, 2012

Early Eve Thunderstorm

Danger. Risk,
in these flashes of
Bellows of thunder.

Feel the tiny pelting
of water drops.
The bark, so far,
is bigger than the bite.

Shouldn't I be inside,
seeking refuge,
a safety?

But I would miss
the breeze,
the kind you know
can only be that
of the mighty storm.

Sticky, unpredictable,
wind blows as it wishes.
Evidence of something
just over the horizon.

Danger, maybe, but I need
to feel,
to see,
for myself.

The life in the thunderstorm
makes even me come to life.

1 comment:

Christine Little said...

love this Abbye. so true. I know precisely what you mean. <3