WEATHER

For Miyazaki


Green green all is green

morning:  pressure building mounting compression darkening clouds thicken
sky and me about to burst
a Scheherazade wind sweeps in
redwood boughs blow down and up
skimmering the roof of the old dutch barn
setting off needles in a twisting twirling dance.

And then the rains came

a rush of water tumbles down is struck sideways by sudden gusts
and swims  across the sky.

A shift in the wind

water streams straight down in glistening strands
the sound of fall
earth becomes drum
and it in turn plays me
Release.

The wind comes back bouncing

puffs of air displace drips with pockets of air
patterns of water and clouds of space--
silence in the empty places.

A shift again

rain begins to slant in a diagonal vector
moves to syncopated pings:  ping     pingping     pingpingping            
ping
(my lips curl in smile)
stopping
stop
stopped.

The very air becomes a factor.

still, clear
I can see straight through
to forever.

Below, green green all is...

my moods  move like weather
( on any given day.)

All is  green