Rain and storm clouds

When rain and storm clouds blow in

They darken my spirit for a time

Even as the inner fire burns

And I remember those other Octobers

When the living was a kind of drowning

In all of the ghosts I had not yet

Befriended

Then it is I feel

The shortness if breath

The tightening in my chest

Returning to an empty house

Alone

Until a chink of sunlight appears

And I seek my refuge

In the things that heal my soul

Writing, nature and poetry

There are phases of the soul

Seasons and reasons

And mistakes and rememberances

Some we cling to and other we would rather

Forget

And yet

These are the rivers and storms

And chinks of light that irradiate

Our journey to a deeper understanding

And it is ours

To make of then some form of art

To be with the weather changes

As they flow in and then pass

Surrendering all of these feelings

Seeking the meaning

Which resonates deeply

Within our own soul