calm – Picking Up Roots

The Calm Before

a dark blanket 
of calm
covers the world,

Nature is silent,
there is no birdsong,
no wind
rustling through the trees

what sound there is -
what light -
is artificial,

a storm is coming

Next

the bay is still
beneath a gray sky,
a calm sheet
of unbroken glass
as it awaits
the coming storm

Snowfall

white flakes
drifting
through the yellow glow
of a solitary streetlight,
all is calm;

this peaceful scene
draws the eye,
time falls away
as the mind
is left free
to dance
where it may

all feels pure
the world takes a breath,
it connects
with nature