Thursday, February 11, 2010

Gray Skies


Delta Violets

Gray skies
pushing downward
pressing 
against me 
weighting my world
like concrete dust

February violets
pushing up
beside the sidewalk
a flicker of
color, a sweet
breath

Gray unzips,
loosing rain
held captive by
chain link clouds
now thrown down
to earth

Pounded, buffeted
I dissolve 
melting, flowing
into puddles
storm drains carrying me
downriver
toward the delta

Willingly 
I sink
under,
water closing 
overhead

Peace is a
death metaphor
designed by poets
who have never
scrambled
for air

Delta violets
save me,
cushioning my fall 
into the deeps
lifting me
to the light.

                  HC 
                       2-10-2010

1 comment:

Gilly said...

Oh, I like that, Holly! Lovely poem, and a great photo! You must have been lying down in the wet to get that!

I can join you in the emotions expressed in your poem - it really resonated with me. thank you!