Having experienced a slight spring storm has inspired me to write a new poem.
Being outside I enjoy so much
natures’ way my skin to touch.
So many ways for me to feel
as soft as silk as hard as steel.
Nature’s force has so much power,
calming you and also shower
the dried out ground with strength and fear
never doubt its breathless sphere.
When the golden suns’ breathe warming you,
its feather touch go through and through.
But there something real to keep in mind
The raindrops follow just behind.
When summer days end up in heat
may be other forces to defeat.
in ice and storm is to prevail
the feared and scary summer hail.
Colder than my skin could sense
breaking through my self defence
of scarf and gloves and winter flow
I still can feel the snow.
But most of all it’s always been
just one thing to touch my burning skin
that nature’s gift could make me please
by sending out a summer breeze.
Aurora Jean Alexander, Copyright 2015