Tuesday, July 28, 2009

Counting Thunder


by Robert Hass


For several weeks the weather has been mild
And we have wallowed in this picnic sun,
(Our baskets stuffed with bread and wine) beguiled
By a string of buttered days, which one by one

Have lulled us into such complacency
That any thought of rain or want or cold
Would seem killjoy to a mind disposed to see
A clump of daisies nodding by the road.

But lightning flash upon the ridge portends
A sudden change of weather is at hand.
Caught unaware, we face the rising wind
And count the interval before the sound

Of thunderclap announces the return
Of darker times we had soon forgotten.
The dog cowers. The weather vane turns
Wildly, and we scramble forth to batten

Down the shutters banging out their warning.
No use pretending storm clouds won't draw near.
They're certain now. The anvil head is mounting
High above the things we've held so dear.

We light the lantern as clouds obscure the sun,
And gather frightened children in our arms.
The lightning flash and thunder merge at one,
And we hunker down beneath the raging storm.

4 comments:

  1. Perfect post for this time of year...

    "And it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard
    It's a hard rain's a'gonna fall..."

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  2. This poem perfectly mirrors my day!

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  3. But it's beautiful and exciting too...sometimes...

    Lighting the candles for a possible power outage and watching the wind blow....being stuck inside with only ourselves and the sound of the rain...

    I'm ready... :)

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Hey, thanks for your thoughts and your time:>)