I am making an effort this advent to write a poem each day leading up to Christmas. So far I have 3 poems, but hey… it’s something! This one was inspired by a long walk where the clouds were threatening rain for so long and I was just waiting for them to burst.
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pregnant precipatory promise
praising, piercing, pushing
bulging, bellowing billows
breaking boughs, bursting beauty
while we wait for weeping
we wear wonder wildly:
wanting
clouds cumulatively crying
carrying cases of
cooling coming
coming
coming
coming
