From Songs of Youth (1998)
Black and brim-full of windy rain, and ice chunked out to break, and fire sparked out to burn: stating, not asking; moving, not hesitating; running, not walking; washing old debris of yesterday gully-dirt down into the sea. A storm with winter on its breath and summer at its back: summer-soon storm to bring the flowers down. Crazy flowers spackled o’er the sky — or is it the earth? Bound we are to this old dirt, but we will fly. Spring is good ‘cause summer-soon storms wash down our winter mush. Flowers come quickly when we wait. How long? How much? How late? This wind I know, this gale I taste blows fresh in from the Far-off Place. Just right, salty fresh, a kicking horse with a bite to fight — what a night!
Composed May 8, 1998 by Mark Feezell / DrFeezell.com
Included in Feezell’s poetry collection Songs of Youth (1998) and song cycle Songs of Youth (1998) at 5. Summer-soon Storm
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poetry, Songs of Youth (1998)
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