Blue skies, lazy heat
Pulse drums
A sluggish beat
Dark sky, hidden sun
Winds rise
The storm’s begun
The heavens grumble
Earth shakes
Raindrops tumble
Wet ground, clear sky
Cool breeze
Begins to dry
Moments pass, world spins
New life
From the storm begins
Happy 4th of July! I hope you enjoyed the first poem I’ve written in over a decade (since my angsty emo days). We are in Nashville for the weekend and it is currently torrential down pouring. It has been alternating between torrential rain and beautiful sunny 90 degree weather. Completely crazy. As some of you are aware, Will’s grandmother passed away suddenly last week. She was a wonderful woman who we all loved so dearly. She can only be described as the embodiment of sophistication and class. I am really going to miss our great visits with her.
