Storm
Storm winds,
seas and skies,
a single crow
barks, cries,
cries,
against the dawn,
wings flapping,
cawing blindly
standing alone,
in the rising floods
and Easter tides.
And here,
leagues and miles,
from the wave
tossed turbulence
of coast and shore,
the trees
bend, twist,
and turn,
as early March
crashes in tides,
invisibly upon
roof, town,
wood and morn.
For though
they shake
and tremble,
from the blast
holding safe,
the still sleeping
form of Spring,
the deeper forest
whispers to April
deep and dreaming
‘Come along!
Come along
along! For
the awakening!’
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