You are winter storm, overwhelming all.
You are summer breeze, providing relief
from breathless high noon. Hermit thrush’s call,
ethereal as angel song’s belief
in greater life than life on earth. Star gaze
so deep I sometimes fear our universe
might explode, consumed in eternal blaze.
Mallarmé’s faun, describing fount of tears
as blue eye, must have known you before birth.
You are Sahara sandstorm sweeping rain
to Amazon’s forest, proving wind’s worth
to every cell. You are answer to pain’s
cry for peace. When you turn to me and stare
you’re the riddle intriguing Voltaire.
Roger Armbrust
March 24, 2015
