Switched-on Gutenberg Issue 20
Weather
 
After the Storm
 
Listen! Everywhere
there is wind.
You hear it
in the slow rustle
of leaf upon leaf,
the creak of doors
slyly sliding shut,
or quick with a bang!
The wind moves
like a sharp howl
to sunrise,
or short yap
at the moon.

If you listen
hard enough
to the space
between sound
you can hear
another voiceŚ
the whoosh!
that is left
when wind
whistles by,
the thwack!
in the stomach,
the mouth an o
stretched toward tomorrow.

 
 

Copyright 2014,  Barbra Nightingale

Barbra Nightingale has had eight books of poetry published and over 200 poems published in national journals and anthologies. She is a Senior English professor at Broward College, Ft. Lauderdale.


Background Photo: Fire Clouds Copyright 2014,  Gwendolyn Joyce Mintz


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