Gathering Storm (a poem for a veteran)


a storm gathers
in the unkind quiet
behind your eyes.

your absence
at my door leaves
a long shadow. I
put my hand to the
frame, feel the heat
of your skin.

you pour stones
into me until I
cannot move,
weighted down
with want.

you are

scent of apple in
the rain
crunch of leaf
light tiptoeing
over water
mountain peak
whisper against
the hollows of me.

when will you open
your wine-mouth—
end this silence?


  1. says

    Oh, Laura, this is beautiful. I sensed so very much with each word and every phrase. Lament, want, wish, sadness, joy, love…it all comes through to me. I have been blessed.
    Caring through Christ, ~ linda

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