Spiritual weather - Andrew Durham

The downpour fades

The mist runs away drifting

Up the red towers

This thick air caresses

A mystery

 

For awhile the sky defines the land

 

Then the sun pushes

Back these clouds

Reveals smooth curves

Harsh angles

Solitary groves.

 

A new earth evident in the light

 

The Utah sun brings out gems after the rain

The humming bird slips slides

Through the petrified claws

Of dead grey wood

To dance with the Lobiea

Each red flower offered up

Like a communion chalice

To this tiny priest