Gathering Storm (a poem for a veteran)

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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
underfoot
light tiptoeing
over water
snow-capped
mountain peak
whisper against
the hollows of me.

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

Comments

  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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