Storm Dance

by Sarah J. Martin

I will watch the wind bow down the grass,
And the grass rise,

Rise to the music I cannot hear,
Music composed for Divinity’s ear,
Earning applause from the thunderous skies.

I will see the lupins and poppies wet,
And the wet shine,
Shine with the jewels His hand set full
On garments a-flutter for festival
That gleam in the lightning’s shocking line.

I will watch the return of the solemn light,
And the light fade
As evening curtains the final cast,
And the quiet and wonder return at last
In the fresh new world the storm has made.

(with a nod to Edna St. Vincent Millay for the first two lines)

Sarah lives in the rocks and trees of cottage country, where she loves family, words, old books and buildings, and light in all its forms.

Photography by Kenneth Godoy

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