Weather for Conversation
Boughs budded,
leafed dropped, and bared
It is a language
not of style,
love, art, famine, or horror.
It is the rhythm of life
roundly cycling.
Timeless, aiding, ailing,
caring not
of human happening.
God’s rage, wrath, mercy, and blessing.
Unending.
Marsha Salerno
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