Our Love, The Storm
Tom Haupt
A picnic in a breeze,
Some crackers and some cheese,
A cup full of spirit
A spring day meant to please.
The air is cool and sweet,
The sunlight kisses skin,
The bond seems unfettered,
Invincible within.
The chill passes through,
The sun blocked by sudden cloud,
The breeze is now energized
By natural passion in shroud
The setting is tussled
Tossed aside by the gale
All that was pretty
Is now setting sail.
The drops begin falling
The sky beginning it’s tear
Need to find shelter,
Temptation to run to rear.
But forward you face
To find a true place safe
It is in the unknown
Where you find your embrace.
The storm has command
Over items unsettled
Things unrooted,
Things to be mettled.
The trees can be tested,
How deep their roots run.
But trees in tight clusters,
Provide shelter to everyone.
For nature know well
The strength of our bonds
From staving off storms,
Or enriching our songs.
The sky opens wide,
The new day is a foal,
The smell of the forest,
Is enriching our soul.
The meadow is greener,
The flowers stand strong,
Absorbing the prize,
For enjoying the bond.
The trees stand strong,
Seemingly unchanged
Providing its strength,
Unmoved, unstranged.
But, the trees are sustained,
Also, by the soil at the base,
The same as the flora,
The creatures, earth’s face.
Standing a bit taller,
Although seemingly, unseen,
The roots having grown stronger,
The leaves with new sheen.
It is the storm,
That is to blame,
For weathered with pride,
There is no shame.
You are my cluster,
My partner in crime.
I need you beside me,
While we do our time.
The storms are not tell tales
Of a love that has and end,
But the food for the future,
For our subjects to depend.
TH for Sandy, my love.
4-16-2019
