Poetry list
local weather
there’s a storm
everyday where
I live I howl
and cry at some
time and more
I know it will
end can end will
end should end
but not yet as
I am caught in
the storm of loss
the lashing cruel
elemental grief
whose lowering
clouds shadow the
sunshine of love
the high noon
of union and ecstasy
a belonging that
exists beyond time
but is hacked
down in it the
storm will pass
all weather will
end but until
the end of my
days your life
and memories will
pour
pour blessings
and rattle
rattle my soul
with
undying
storms
of
gentle
basking
love
© Neil Thompson 2023