Anticipation

A poem in the form of a Japanese Tanka.

Grey marbled clouds
rolling across the sky,
on the earth below
life awaits a moist kiss
from nature’s pursed lips.

©2012, Donald Harbour

Storm

In the west skies have darkened,
roiling morning clouds advance.
The sun lies hidden in the east,
a grey cloak over its face.
Pregnant mares thunder overhead,
their hooves beating a drum roll.
There is a scent on the wind,
Mother Nature’s elemental perfume.
Earthy, calming, full of promise,
Gaea toils to bring forth life,
her sweet sweat seminal.
All existence pauses in anticipation,
Obedience to the wonder of creation.

©2012, Donald Harbour

The storm is watching over me

A thunder storm is coming.
A gentle breeze caresses
the window curtains.
A breeze scented with life
of rain,
of things green.
The voice of the storm
is a Wagner aria,
a clash of steel,
a Teutonic giant,
demanding the land.
When its lightning flashes,
you can see the monsters,
hiding,
in the night sky.
Towering mountains of clouds,
rolling,
undulating,
held aloft
by branches,
of pulsing light.
I feel the power in the storm,
it soothes me
with its force,
its guardianship.
I sleep peacefully
knowing,
the storm is watching over me.

Copyright: 2009, Donald Harbour