A Time for Everything

^{Franz Marc, “Large Landscape”}

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.