the rain will fall
A Poem by Ryan Potvin
a storm came through the other day. swept in its presence, both internally and externally, i found words.
The sky is dark and gray
as brutal Nature
offers me a shovel for digging.
Breathing deeply
on the swaying pine trees
the wind tosses those silent givers.
The rain waits on fear,
but the cannons and flashes displace the peace -
a presence that leaves me
exhilarated, and sad.
My soul mingles
deep in the soil with those fallen trees.
I follow these ripples in the calm, scared -
and the rain begins to fall.
Soaked with unease
I run for shelter in my
dampened spirit,
and the birds sing in the storm.
They sing about patience
and allowing
the sky to darken.
© 2009 Ryan Potvin
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Added on April 18, 2009
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