Wild Isha storms
Howls through wires
Funnels through gaps
In my protecting wall
Straw and litter
torn from the moss
Twist in spirals
Over the road
Hands numb from grip
And the expectation
Of the fall
Only the crows black arrowheads
Can hold this furious gale
In narrow-winged joy
Loving their control
Over turbulence and gust.
While I'm at peril in the storm
Wind-whipped
Puddle-sprayed
I'm blinded
by the drizzle blizzard
1/2
Follow
Then the rainbow smiles
And just for a moment
With the wind at my back
There's a kind of peace
I hear the hum of the road
Beneath me
And I feel like I'm flying.
2/2
#CoSopoetry