Before me in the east,
wrapped in a billowing headdress,
sun peeks.
Without turning, I can hear
grumbles of unrest,
while before me in the east,
with a well-practiced technique,
coyly half-dressed,
sun peeks
at the growling purple beast
storming in from the west.
Before me in the east
she begins to disappear
behind clouds that fume and crest.
Sun peeks
one last time. Then the storm releases
all the rage it had suppressed.
Before me in the east,
sun no longer peeks.
sun peeks.
Without turning, I can hear
grumbles of unrest,
while before me in the east,
with a well-practiced technique,
coyly half-dressed,
sun peeks
at the growling purple beast
storming in from the west.
Before me in the east
she begins to disappear
behind clouds that fume and crest.
Sun peeks
one last time. Then the storm releases
all the rage it had suppressed.
Before me in the east,
sun no longer peeks.
©Mary Lee Hahn, 2021