Poem three of my nature retreat at Marywood. The first night an electric rain and hail storm took us over. It was thrilling and comforting inside by my fire. I kept poking my head out the door to take in the feel of the storm. Enjoy the poem.
Lake Truth
Distant night lightning
sky a flickering bulb
soundless for the gush of wind.
the rumble will come
and shake our hearts
loose from media sludge
in this faraway place
not so far away
yet worlds apart
steeped in lake rhythm
truth
sky the only real storm.
