Passing Weather

Well
What do you think
When the river runs
Raging and roaring?
When the subtle
Is not so subtle at all...
It's a glaring madness
of hidden meaning.
What do you think
When the promise bursts
With realities rose:
Scar, thorn, petal and feather...
The storms are just
The passing weather.

Reviews

[Ed Hart]

whispering the hugest amen i can muster

[SHEEMA HUQ]

really nice rhyming and a most engaging poem, well done