Sacred Poetry

Winterstorm (Feb.)

Strom-cloudes chasing
Black rocks bracing
Pink light lacing
Blue skies fading

Scrawny branches like fingers waving
Roaring treetops like ghosts craving

pale sun squinting
wet leaves schim’ring
waterbuds brimming
kettles simmering

Listen to the drum, Shiva’s dancing,
wild hair, ecstasy enhancing
every step unveiling, masking.