Friday, July 11, 2025

There is a storm

 




The raging wind,

pelting down sheets of rain onto the earth,

ruffling the feathers

of the ducks, hunkering down low to the ground,

seeking protection

from the icy cold, the grip of the storm,


that shows no mercy, not to beast, man, plant or tree…


The storm awakens a raging

deep inside,

disturbed by the howls of the wind,

by the trees screaming in protest,

the mist clouding vision,

the rain dousing calm,

the cold freezing motion,

and the dampened light 

keeping me stuck in its midst.


So I turn my back to nature,

to the windows, the sights my eyes behold.

I am drawn to the flames,

dancing in the updraft,

to the warmth radiating forth

from the black cast iron,

I move closer and closer to its reach,

to the company of the creatures

lying prone around this warmth,

and join their comforting embrace,

listen only to the purr and the crackling fire

and the sounds of contented sighs.


The world outside does not exist,

the chaos, the storm,

no longer can touch me,

I am safe in the arms of love

and the stillness deep within my soul.




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