gentle articulation of air

the bombast of a spring storm

those darkening skies,

that green, green grass

later, the coo

of mourning dove lovers

that feeling you get

when (most of)

your To Do’s

become – voila!

Ta DA’s!!

a darkening pall to the west —

encroaching storm

what needs done, needs done

writings going back to 2009

my own personal arcana,

musings on weather & politics,

family drama, future plans,

exhilarations and disappointments,

not necessarily in equal measure —

all gone, feather-light layers of ash

at the bottom of our fire pit

but not before archiving poetry origins

long forgotten which may yet yield

varying shades of lyrical gold