Face in the Storm
The lantern trees shone,
of chartreuse shimmering
brimmed over with the pursuing
stormlight loping behind them,
Unremitting as a child witched wild, trolls
of thunder chewed rocks, slouched under
the great cloud bridges sendingsweeping white slash after slash
of electric clapperclaw flash skydown to
consummate their mountain splitting noise.
Then the wind fell upon the world
more ravenous than any March bear, hungry as
the spirit of war, and tore
the lace veil from the branches.
In the dismay of their naked disarray I saw
the face I most long to forget
laughing from too wet lips
light of my sorrow its liquid eye
so with a sigh I rose and closed
the curtains on the rain.
But all night long
I felt the stare.
Image: Into the Clouds, by LLudo on flick'r
Photo taken June 13, 2008, Norman, Oklahoma
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