weather

her mind has taken the place of leaves

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her mind has taken the place of leaves

each spring as the sun melts the remnants of winter’s last storm

a budding thought trickles in

sprouting greener than any other

in the summer that thought flourishes

soaking up the sun

and providing a cool place

for others to lay

but as the heat grows

those leaves dry and become brittle

she doesn’t mind

because she loves the reds, oranges, and yellows

in fact

she can’t think of anything she loves mind

when finally short days are followed by cool nights

and the wind knocks loose the leaves

her mind rests peacefully

knowing this is the process she must endure

the sun is hidden – a haiku

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the sun is hidden

behind full darkening clouds

distant thunder rolls

 

rain falls heavily

splashing puddles grow larger

the sky is now black

 

trees sway in the breeze

a limb scratches my window

a ghost of the past

 

will the darkness end?

will the sun ever come back out?

I long for its warmth

I watched the sun disappear

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I watched the sun disappear

fade behind a whispering sheet of black

 

the sun had touched my soul

begun to melt the shields that protected it

exhausting from me the strength that held them

 

in the quiet blackness

those shields tried to mend

creating rough layers over what was already there

any transparency fading quickly behind

 

but the rains came quickly

droplets eased through the cracks

and pounding hail quickly followed

the new shields

bro ken

and

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do nothing more than reopen the freshly healed wounds

 

my mind no longer has control

they say that what doesn’t kill you makes you stronger

and as my heart works to repair the damage

my soul knows this is true

 

one day

the sun will come back

its light will cut through the black that I see

its heat will dry the water that has pooled around me

and my shields will retreat only when they know it is safe

mother nature is confused

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mother nature is confused

 

pounding rains

lighting strikes through the sky

cloudy and sunny at the same time

snow swirls bouncing off the glass as it turns to hail

clouds of dust so dense the world becomes brown

 

in what seems like the changing and clashing of the seasons

five minutes has passed

 

but one ray of light shines brighter than the rest

casting the rain, snow, and wind in a shadow so dark they crumple

and fall into the ground

 

as the sun gains energy

mother nature is at ease

all is still

a child waits

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a child waits

sitting on a dimly lit stoop

listening to the an old metal sign

jingle in the wind

chilled by the frigid wind

 

a young man walks along the sidewalk

lit only by a fading yellow light on the nearest stoop

the creak of a metal sign

catches his attention

the familiarity of the wind takes him back to another time

 

the child waited

through the wind that blew the sign

through the rain that flooded his hair

trickled down his face

for days after

years after

 

the young man is reminded of childhood

of the countless hours spent waiting

in the wind and the rain

which he absorbed

chilling his soul

the man moves away from the stoop

turning instead towards the twinkle of sunlight shining through the clouds

a fall day on the palouse

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a fall day on the palouse

 

a crisp, red leaf

breaks under my worn, leather boots

 

as my gaze moves from my boot

to the tree above

the leaves consume my mind

 

beyond the trees

the mist on the horizon

threatens the rolling

(what were) wheat fields

 

what is autumn but a season

that is unsure how to fit in

 

rapid, pounding rains

flurried snow

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don’t miss the sun

it might disappear behind a cloud

before the process repeats

over and over

and over