Hurricane coming

The silence is deafening,
I lie here thinking,
Where do the homeless go,
In a hurricane?

Tonight there is hardly
A sound or a chirp,
It is as if they sense
The coming dread,

We all await
The power unleashed
That soon will blow above our heads,

The size of 3 states
Nature’s fury
She churns the waters
Reaching out her arms,

“Rest assured,
I am coming,” she says,
“I will turn your way
Into the South,

I will release
My endless waters,
The winds I have
Will scream my name,

And you will know
When I am with you,
And when I leave
Your world will be changed,”

And so we wait
These endless hours, and birds now sing at break of day,
I bring my plants in from the porch, and wonder
Where the homeless go
In a hurricane?

            cfblackawaiting Florence 09-13-2018

To the lone tree frog who sings at midnight

High pitched singing, alone he asks,

“Are you coming? Are you there?

Little tree frog, did you sleep through

the wild chorus of your friends?

They sang without you,

one after another, and another, on and on,

You slept through it all,

the party’s over,

It’s late now,

Go to bed.

        02-25-2019

Haiku to aging

Breathtaking beauty,

One by one the petals fall,

Revealing the roots.

02-25-2019

Turkey meatballs

Turkey meatballs, olive oil, mustard greens, butternut squash, a little brocolli, turmeric, pepper.