Trees bowing to me
As I drink fresh-ground coffee
Only 62 degrees!
Wrapped in Autumn’s fleece
Feeling that kiss of peace
Dogs leaping into space
Birds in my face
Demanding suet’s grease
Mornings like this
Reassure me
All is right in the universe…
© 2017 Clarissa Simmens (ViataMaja)
IMAGE: Eastern sky of blowing leaves
Hurricane coming
Puts life into perspective
What matters or not
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Some days feel anger
Wah, wah, this baby feels sad
Feel this, says the wind
***
Huddle in tin home
Promising to be grateful
If it misses me
***
Nature’s reminder
Decide: chaos or order?
Embrace quiet breeze
© 2015 Clarissa Simmens (ViataMaja)
IMAGE: NOAA (forecast.weather.gov)
Winds have a wondrous way
Of nudging us toward adventure
Warm wind stroking, teasing
Promising a life of ease and luxury
Cool wind puffing us up
Encouraging ambition
Whispering: This way, let me push you
Toward your destiny
Aggressive wind, mixed messages
Producing anger
Or even lust for
All of life’s offerings
Extracting life-giving moisture
Burning a face fever-red.
But escalating wind
Remains most menacing of all
Tornado wind
Hurricane wind
Strength through invisibility
Raising neck hairs making us
Preternaturally aware of danger
From an ancient, barely-used
Segment of our brain
Choose flight
Because fight is impossible!
Run from the wind
Run and do not stop
Run like a pack animal
Fearing aloneness
Moving through luckless landscapes
To escape chaos
And reunite with order.
Winds occasionally have a wickedness
We unfortunately witness…
© 2015 ViataMaja, Poezija
(Image: my back yard during Hurricane Jeanne 2004)
