Patio Musings
Far off, cars pass on 75th
rush, stop, turn
without signal
money goes out, rubbish comes in
Tree limbs dance around me,
over me,
on me
and my patio
smooth-and-bumpy stones of gray
and tan and white
gather, pile, spread
under the gray shadows that twitch
like patterned lace
slipping across the ground
slowing, swaying
cool, regal breezes ask for respect
change to an angry twirl can rip houses from their roots
Really great poem. We often forget the power of nature (the wind, the waves, etc), and get reminded by something like (your poem mentions) a tornado.
thank you so much! I love everything about nature – the calm and the rage. It’s power humbles me.
very nice poetry… you must have a brave heart…
you would enjoy the rocky coast, the thunder of crashing waves, and the salty spray of the north atlantic…
David in Maine USA
Absolutely, fivereflections! bring on the thunder! 🙂
Wow, that’s a nice poem there!
Thanks, 7theaven! Appreciate you visiting!