Here it is Tuesday morning and the storm is storming. I
acknowledge the difficulty of so many because of the storm and I am sorry for
their inconvenience. For us here in the Hudson Valley, most of yesterday’s
daylight was uneventful.
We had heavy wind gusts, but very little rain as of five O’clock
last night. The experts said we could expect much more overnight. I’ll see and
alter this post if necessary.
The lights have flickered so I will post this now.
But as a poet I love the feeling that inspires the stormy
words.
Waves
A tidal surge in full daylight
Bursting waves of abnormal might.
Exploding plumes with dancing grace
In asymmetric saline lace.
Cascading white and crashing swells
Descending deep in ebbing wells.
Erupting forth in thundered rout,
Transcending to a waterspout.
An atavistic fluid flume
Where apogees and nadirs fume.
A roiling tide in lunar pull
Violent, puissant, and beautiful.
The energy in ocean’s wave
Is harmless till the shore’s enclave
Then fathoms’ depth ascends to shoal
As cresting rise begins to roll.
It curls ’fore its shattered smash
As watered pieces make the dash
Upon the rocks and boarded shore
To then return for an encore.
Tides and life are similar:
With highs and lows, yet circular.
This unison, this harmony
Is
Source Divine as artistry.
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