Storm Dance
We danced quickstep before the storm
my pups eager -- eyes wide
we raced in the rustling grasses
the early winds whispering beware to the trees
then the rushing air and the sky drumming began
the crows watched cawing hidden in the pines
the birds chirped and swore as the wind began to roar
the trees swayed and beat against each other’s limbs,
near the thundering waves of the east cliff drive
the ocean whipped its greenish blue hue into white foam
there is thumping on the roof now
as the ice blue sky becomes cobalt electric air
the birds grow quiet hiding in green sanctums
there is moaning, and a fearful snapping of the boughs
oh the howling winds
the dogs and I now silent in the house
in awe hiding in the most distant space
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