The Softening of Storms

“Nut sleeps in its case,
secure its wall,
content in its comfort,
complacent and small,
effort unknown,
self-serving, alone;”

Buffeting wind,
and howling blast,
shaking the slates
and shrieking past,
heaving the trees,
and lifting with ease
the covers and clutter
and loose bits of gutter,
flinging the swing,
and slamming the shutter …;

before we had realised
just what was coming,
the pressure-whoosh spray
was thrumming and drumming,
an avalanche of spears
like cloud-bursting weirs,
drenching and scouring,
roaring and pouring …;

at last is was past,
the silence intense
grass glitters, we smile,
all’s peaceful awhile.

“awaking from shaking,
hard shell that enclosed
decaying, displaying
soft kernel exposed
– absorbing and growing,
a fruitful life flowing …”

[IP: Stormy weather]