Waiting Her Out
Two doves atop a bare dead tree with uninterrupted view
Huddled close on a Summer's day with naught to do but coo
Birds stop by on top most branches chirp go their way and back
It's storm cloud close with tickle breeze, grey and blue and black
Upturned leaves reflect sky light in every which direction
The humming bird preens on the line in feeder glass reflection
It's all so still and heavy now then leaves go all aflutter
The doves are gone the coming rain is more than just a mutter
It pounds on in with rushing wind at once the streets afloat
Then lightnings flash and thunder rolls the wind picks up then stills
And in the pregnant silence I eye the moored boat
She's under tarp and sitting well with room to ride the least of all my ills.
It's time to batten down and wait for weather to be gone
To sit alee and watch with glee as Nature carries on
Copyright © Donald Meikle | Year Posted 2007
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