A visit ended on a satisfied note, and I began the 45 minute drive home. My mind churning and tires turning, I paid the toll booth fare, set my speed on cruise control and off I went.. About 15 minutes passed and the painting canvas stretched above me careened quickly from crisp cerulean blue to a rinsed, dirty gray. By the time I reached my exit, it was black as night and I was fighting against sheer winds and rain.
No forecast was predicted. I saw limbs scattered and floods forming. Now, at a slow, circumspect pace, all prior thoughts escaped. I turned the corner of my street. A tree was sitting across the top of a car. What about my house? There were two maples on the sidewalk in front, and one in my yard. My back yard was filled with pines, and a gingko tree was on one side.. I looked across the street at my neighbor’s. A Maple uprooted. I turned Into my driveway. Every tree in its place. The next four days we were without power. I don’t remember but I think it was early spring. We lost some food.
The following day we drove around and saw the devastation. I was in awe of all the wind took. Now, years later, I am in awe of all it could not claim.
Unnwelcome spring guest
Offers neither peace nor song
Even a storm yields
Kim at dversepoets.com says
This week, I would like you to write about a time when you last watched stars, a storm, the sea, an animal, or something else in nature that left you with a sense of wonder or awe. Aim to write no more than three tight paragraphs, followed by a traditional haiku that includes reference to a season.