Wednesday, February 18, 2015


all day
the sky wept softly
over the mountains
offering comfort and condolence
to the parched soil
and the long-suffering pines.
that night,
the rain came in torrents
the wind, in wild gusts
like the storm i feel within.
my love for you
so full of terrifying beauty
that cannot be denied
or contained.
and how brave you are, love,
to offer yourself
to its fierce rapture.