Beautiful Storm

I know you as the most beautiful storm of your kind
fierce, swift, rushing across the inland sea
to buffet against me, caught halfway up the worn mountain.
Signs I missed: hollows of cold air, stars aligning, dim crossroads,
sudden wakings, a distant voice singing in the birch trees.
Were there other signs,
or did the gods intend to have you find me unaware?
Stopped on my moonless path
by the stowaway memory of your dark head
tipped back in laughter?

– Kay Winter

Advertisements
Tagged , , , , ,

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: