Like a cold wind
Like a cold wind on a summer’s day
Raising a crop of goose-flesh;
Like a cloud across the sun’s face
Turning the day into sudden twilight,
I feel the change inside me
And I wait to see if the cloud may pass.
Like the sudden silence before a storm,
The birds that cease to sing;
Like the eerie stillness of wild-life
Before the earth shakes and the sea flees,
I hear the roar of the angry waves
Rushing towards me to engulf the land.
Like the blank blink in the bully’s eye
The second before he raises a fist;
Like the juddering engine before it stalls
Leaving you stranded at the lights,
It warns of worse to come
And teaches you how to duck.
When the fog comes floating in from the sea
It’s time to sit down and wait
Turn on the lights, wrap up warm
Stay just where you are; do not fight.
For like fog, and darkness and the bully’s wrath
This too, like all things, shall pass.
Interesting. I like the analogies that you use here.
I like it !
That look in the bully’s eye reminds me of that
cover that comes over the shark’s eye before he bites.
Peace
You write beautifully. But yes, hunkering down is sometimes the only way.
Wise and beautiful words! “For everything there is a season.” Best, Jeanie
I see you in the waving grasses. Take care. xx
Good timing, as always, my dear. xxxx
Really liked this. Loves all the images and how you pulled them all together in the last stanza. Very nice.
Plus, “this too shall pass” is a favorite saying for me… especially during trying times, but, for me, it brings comfort anytime. Everything changes. All the time. And I try to appreciate things for what they are… and know that they can be something more.
“This too, like all things, shall pass” very wise words. All our problems seem to go just as fast as they came.