Songs of Youth (1998)
By Mark Feezell / DrFeezell.com
Dedicated to my family

4. Summer-soon Storm

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 song cycle Songs of Youth (1998)
Dedicated to the Public Domain (CC0 1.0) 2024.
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