The Motion In Motive
a virtual chapbook of poetry and prose
AND A WORK IN GRAPHIC PROGRESS
Short Ode to the Future and Storms
Scott Francis Kaliszewski
There's a storm coming,
Cleansing in leaf ripping magnitude.
Sitting underneath as branches creak and bend,
I see now the beginning, not the end
Of sunlight there seems a calm of spirit.
An artists balm of deep regard
For futures undreamt, our past unfolds
For the future I behold
And for the future, I love the storm.
Poem © 2007 Scott Francis Kaliszewski, all rights reserved
appears here by permission