Against the wind
Through the mist
And weather
How much rain can
one sky hold?
All the streams
have broken loose
And wander
Deep and free
White froth
and brown boil.
New lakes intrude,
Silver and rippling
The scent of water
Earthy,
peat and stone
I'm pulled along
And caught up
Alive in the undertow
Of wild weather
Completely present
in the real world.
#CoSopoetry