I will go stormwalking
Let myself be battered by wind and rain
Dodge wet branches torn loose and slapped to the trail
I will go stormwalking
To feel the power of the elements
Remembering who is in charge
Not some politician wielding a poison pen
But our capacious foster mother
Who is not afraid to rinse mouths
Or apply some discipline
I will go stormwalking
To feel her gentle slap of remonstration
To hear her out
In her own words
David Trudel © 2013
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Stormwalking…I really like the concept. Well done, David.
Thanks so much. In the event, the storm blew itself far too quickly. Some years, here in Victoria, we get pummelled by storms coming in out of the Pacific but this has been a very mild winter and we’re already into spring according to the sprouts and shoots. I live on a hill, and back on to a fabulous park, part forest and part rocky knolls with sweeping views. It has a network of trails and it can be extremely invigorating to experience a storm there. I love stormwalking!
I live on Lake Superior surrounded by National Forest. I have been outside in every type of weather imaginable. Blizzards most commonly. Great poem. Regards, Dave.