Storm!

Send us Fan MailStormStorm winds, seas and skies, a single crow barks, cries,cries,against the dawn, wings flapping, cawing blindly standing alone,in the rising floods and Easter tides.And here, leagues and miles,from the wave tossed turbulence of coast and shore, the trees bend, twist, and turn, as early March crashes in tides,invisibly uponroof, town, wood and morn. For thoughthey shake and tremble, from the blast holding safe,the still sleeping form of Spring,the deeper forest whispers to Aprildeep and dreaming‘Come along! Come along along! Forthe awakening!’[email protected]