In the Storm the Honeysuckle Danced

In the Storm the Honeysuckle Danced


In the storm
the honeysuckle danced,
and winds rushed,
while whole trees shook.
We lived through this hurricane
in a golden sunroom, with skylights,
and sun-windows
all around, at dusk,
glowily observing.

Snug and warm
in unheated house,
the music played
both inside and out, as this
east coast maritime tempest,
with its powerful weather,
kept us in.

A bird flew over
sailing effortlessly
in these winds,
crossing one skylight,
and I marveled
at the power, the shaking,
the branch scratching at this house,
at this wind's strength, -
for it is summer,
and winter storms
are far worse, and colder,
with no protective foliage
of summer.
This house sits steadily
in its dwelling-meditation
of sheltering protection
from this storm.

No lightning or fireworks this eve,
the evening before,


I drank in the
orbs and rays of light
from houses, from across the pond
and over the water,
from boats at rest there, ~
all softly imploding in my mind.
This marine world glowed light
through the dark
in extraordinarily beautiful
and sometimes shimmery ways
of inner light shows -
on this land of is,
pre-storm.

Thunderstorms without
lightning here in MA.
Refreshing and cozy it is
to linger inside, and watch.

And how great it is reconnecting
with old friends here too -

Happy Independence Day,
Happy Freedom Day -

as the honeysuckle continued
to dance in the storm.