How can I sleep
when the stars awake
and wind roars off the sea,
the valley filled
with the sounds
of fir trees quaking?
Creeks run high,
ocean layers the land
sheet after sheet
in a long dark night
rain washed and alive.
On December 20, 2015
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This poem powerfully conveys the motion of the physical elements described in the words. I love the internal movement that i feel when I read the words. Thanks Don
Magical momentum, Don, like my own breathing & the subtle sound of blood coursing through my veins…
Whenever the Mother calls, we answer. Thanks Don. Puts me in mind of the many wide awake nights I’ve shared with the Full Moon… La Luna, as I call Her.
Did you run out of question marks? 😇
Very Rumi-esque, and I mean that in a wonderful way.
Thanks for this!
Don…here we are in Costa Rica with rain drenching us with sheet after sheet and the wind howling….synchronicity?
Thanks for trying to turn the relentless pounding of the rain into poetic beauty!
We are sleeping down here under umbrellas Don!