Raining Metaphors

Where searchers search nature gives
a trail where you swore there was none
inspiration is a fox in a den in the mountains
blue jays and pot guts strive to pick up
every meaningful morsel just tossed
the turn of phrase you’ve been chasing
is a cloud bank moving across the sun
angelic fisticuffs and cussing break out
with lightning and momentary torrent
in nature’s temper unity is violent
watch it but protect yourself from it
it wants to make you a part of it
an open eye is a crack in canyon granite
the gullywasher is a filled page
where the writer pauses metaphor lives
as weather changes context breaks
where poets thirst nature gives.


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