State of Emergency

This entry is part 63 of 93 in the series Morning Porch Poems: Summer 2011

Unfixed from inside a whorl of petals,
the rain-drenched eye of each blossom.

Large as the state of Texas, gestures
the weatherman. The hurricane’s blossom

of jagged exclamations whips across the Bahamas.
Each tree’s reduced to a trembling blossom.

First the fires, then the earthquake, then
promise of torrential rain. All things blossom

in their own time. The evening primrose
leaves turn barn-red. Omen or blossom?

Everyone’s panic-buying. Water and dry food.
Or beer. Someone jokes, Where’s the onion blossom?

Stay or go? Save or shelve? Pictures in a plastic
box. Deeds. The child’s first drawing of a blossom.

 

In response to an entry from the Morning Porch.

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    1. Hubby made a run for supplies – see photo on my FB wall – looks like he has plans for a hurricane party…

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      1. Excellent! Should be fun. Just be prepared for a prolonged power outage, I guess.

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