The spring storm

thunderhammers
striking wild
grayskyed trees,
green on green
they sway and bend
and mark their way
in bleakness. . .
raindrops fall
on puddled walk
that ends their life. . .
cool breezes
are pinnacles of success ,
gusting cheeky windpuffs
send leaves aloft
to soar on rainslick wind
and come to rest
in some new place. . .
and in the greenhouse,
the space becomes
the summer of Sumatra.

1991