A Time for Everything
There’s a time for wind and storms
that blow and beat and will not stop
for ships at sea
and stars above—or me—
but spring whispers
to get the garden dressed,
cast off the dun, and wreath
the ground in yellow green
as honeyed shine make petals pop
and robins hop to sing
in answer to the murmur from beneath.
Now, even as the black-clouds scream,
the fiddle sounds from rooftop wings
the argent light of midnight moon
to hum in sync until pink-petaled bright
the dawn comes slight–yet still
we ask if peace will wake
and the wind answers,
almost always, in the after.
My poem from the Magnetic Poetry Oracle. The poem was not inspired by the song Turn, Turn, Turn, but it went through my head after I wrote it and was reading it over. Of course, the Oracle knows everything.