Three Poems About Precipitation...

As you may have noticed from my previous post, I really enjoy writing poems about nature. In fact, since coming up here to Utah for college, that's pretty much ALL I've written poems about. Living right next to the mountains and having beautiful (albeit highly schizophrenic :D) weather is like a gold mine for a poet like me! Here are not one, not two, but THREE poems I've written this year (one of them in October, the second in about February, and the other just a week and a half ago while on the bus back from our Men's Chorus tour in St. George) about the gorgeous Utah weather...namely, about the wonderful rain and snow that it brings. (Side note: I set the first poem to music, and it became my first structured, planned-out choral piece! Here is a link if you'd like to see/hear it: Click here. )


song for a stormy day
sheets of gray
pierce my soul with happiness
dark clouds
rend the skies with clarity
and the rain falls
in pieces
of a puzzle
of emotion
they wet the ground
they warm the heart


i am
a small part
of an ocean of green
and brown
and colors natural
and unseen
growing, slowly growing
in the storm
rain pounding, my heart
reflecting the drops
of the storm
feeling the rhythm
of the storm

reflections on snow

a blanket of gray

suspended

over

white

a moody sky

paints the ground

white

with its tears of

joy

a light from within

all nature

glowing

whispering

you, me, us

the falling

     flakes

          envelop

     mankind

in seas of

white

and the ground's a bed of

white

tonight, the earth will sleep peacefully.

white road

traveling along a snowy sea

endless rows of fences

disappearing into white

the blank, cloudless air

is.

i am too.

the hum of the motor

i feel no winter chill

but it feels me

it feels all of us.

it is.

it is white and sky and moving stillness.

muted fields of pale things

that once grew, that will grow again

cars running swiftly

over the path

that leads through the white

the white is.

we are too.

open, breathing, living, visions of white and freshly fallen snow.

the snow is.

the ground is.

the road is.

the earth is.

i am too.