Tempest and Love
Here comes worry
In black snake skin,
Zazzling in on the tempo
Of temper's sure fire;
Sailing with a bang
Like noisy winged serpents
In a holly tree.
And here comes love,
Waiting in white soliloquy
Like a tree surviving affront
Of an awful tide,
Standing calm in the after-silence
Of a spring rain.
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