april 6 . Hurricane John

A storm is coming,
swift and strong.
He sends leaves fluttering
adrift with his breath;
his gaze sends a shiver
down the spine of a song;
and the touch of his hand
brings a subtle death.
She is right to run,
with the leaves, and the doe;
and to fear the distance
invading her shore.
If she ran from the beach,
she might avoid the throes
of a life less ordinary.
But she wanted more.


ekphrastic poem prompt from: annie liebovitz' "pocahontas"