Storm Warnings 

 

A glance stirs the fragile violet

Into lilac circles;

A shiver dances

Along the clover warm from the noon sun.

 

A whisper sends gulls

Inland from the sea,

Wheeling toward perches

Along a grassy river.

 

A touch bends

Two willow hands of a palm

Into the green heart

Of fervent prayer.

 

You glance in the wrong direction,

Whisper over your shoulder at our party,

Touch her hand when passing a drink,

Nudging the rotation of a spiral storm.

 

Your caress lifts the spiral

 

toward a forbidden kiss

With heavenŐs blue harmony

Leaving a shuttered, shuddering earth.

 

© Christine Jackson

 

Bio:  Christine Jackson teaches literature and creative writing at a university in South Florida where hurricanes weigh heavily on our collective mind.