Friday, March 7, 2008

storm

wind seeping
through the woodwork's pause
along with night

driving rain
throwing a sideways glance
vertical tear

homing
through wind & rain
i yearn

at last, threshold
warm caress of porchlight
port in the storm

2 comments:

paisley said...

there is something almost spiritual about being safely tucked away during a storm... i sense that in this poem....

Billy said...

"... through the woodowrk's pause"--great line. And I love the porch as port. Very nice.