Waiting on A Winter by Sam Flot

Waiting On A Winter

The sun breaks

Through the horizon’s daystorm

Southerly confident northerly not

Rain falls in buckets until more wind moves this storm along a bit

The birds are undeterred

Everything is soaking up the rain

The conifer trees, the tall grass, the blackberry brambles

The woodpile, the gutters and the goldfish pond

This earth is a sponge ready to receive

A sustaining stormy winter

A crashing ocean on headlands

Spraying wet winter feedback

Onto the ice plants and the burnpiles of skotch broom

As the rain falls harder and most humans hunker

On this coastal El Nino afternoon

As this Pacific Storm pacifies this bone dry landfall

Spreading far and wide across the land of the drought

Eroding, yes, but what choice do we have

When Mother Nature’s whimsy catches a breeze or doesn’t?

All the cycles are cycling and

All the circles will complete themselves

As the hard rain falls on soft mud

As the tough yet tender humans hunker down

Waiting on a winter like never before

12.20.2015

Caspar

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