Storm Riding

[summer_jackel]

I was wrong about the weather.
The rains had not gone; they were simply playing
and came back today in great, uproarous gusts
Purple-gray galloping between laughing golden skies.
World is palest green, the smell of horse-sweat, his crest under my hand
the sideways leaping of a tall blue dog.
How light collects in air, eddying like water
like rainstorm from clear sky---
and the flapping click of one cormerant, rising from the river.

Comments

[stoda.livejournal.com]

Mhrrrrr. Luciously evocative.

One of the very best things about riding a motorcycle is feeling, smelling, participating in the air around you.

And, of course, there's no surprise how I feel about storms.

[summer-jackel.livejournal.com]

Thank you! I feel that way about cantering my horse. :)

And I love storms lots and lots and lots. Something in particular about the energy of a spring storm just does it for me.