Haven From the Storm
Two young lovers discern from up afar
a night heron in its graceful lithe flight
searching safe haven as storm hide its star
danger threatening it from its dire plight.
An owl's screech piercing the veiled evenfall.
Lightning flashes generate fear, hope lost
in their cold arms near a gnarled oak they stall,
trembling and afraid of the falling frost.
Far off they hear the whinnying of mares,
The bellow of bulls but the rain falls hard,
relieved they could not hold back their hot tears
they see light shining within a backyard.
A farmer helps them with hot food-laden.
Like the heron, find their cosy haven.
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