Tuesday, September 12, 2017

Contemplation (9/10/17)

I awaken to pelting rains
a cacophonous pitter-patter.
Droplets streak across panes
winds versus windows [shatter?]

Palm trees throw off fronds
branches whiz-by like arrows.
Golf course sand-traps now ponds
home lighting by tallows.

T.V. sits as a mute gent
its weather voices still.
Hurricane howls its intent
Mother Nature can be shrill.

My house is a Cloister
a retreat from the tumult outside.
NO, the world is not my Oyster,
I’m just here for the ride.

Well, that’s it for now,
not such a bad fix.
No rescue in a scow,
my boat is on the river Styx.


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