New Storms Poem by Kurt Philip Behm
New Storms
How now the vanishing wind…
The days are upon us
last season begins
All words are regifted
and placed into song
As time has now shifted
our last excuse gone
How now the suffering lies…
The light burns immortal
old visions decry
What's done long behind us
new storms call our name
The clouds mark their entry
—the past left to blame
(Villanova Pennsylvania: August,2018)
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5/4/2024 3:26:46 AM # 1.0.0.1119
This metaphor seems to fit so well with what goes on around us nowadays.