Echoes

During Easter week, while I'm taking some holiday, I'm putting poems rather than regular blog postings. The posting of today looks both at the recent storms, and at the Easter story, drawing out one as an echo of the other.

Echoes

Three trees, bare bones, sway without leaf

Standing on the hillside, bending in wind

The darkness, the gale, the rain, the grief

Rocks gleam wet, like a skull that has grinned

A landslide, gaping bank, hollow torn apart

Storm ripping asunder, so tearing the land

Leaving devastation, and a weeping heart

High seas wiping away the castles in sand

We sit, tell tales on the shore of the sea

Of fishing, of full nets, of calm after storm

And high on the hillside, is one broken tree

Clean sand on the beach, washed to transform

Morning has broken, give thanks for the dawn

Time for new hope, in the sunlight reborn