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

planning our basement remodel

we land – again! – on our final layout