“Winter Storm Warning 02-02-2022”

A poem written in Edinburgh, Indiana, USA

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It’s bad for the trees –
But when everything freezes
You’ll see its magic –

A glacier returned –
A layer once there will glisten –
Ghost of sun and mist
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The Rain Bull

A poem inspired by a true story as told by Dog


My dad Dog used to tell me ‘The Rain Bull Story’
So called for one who in his day outstood,
“No way to move a bull that dudn’t want to go,”
Dog’d go on and say so I’d see it plain:
A bull-headed sun-of-a-gone
Good stubborn spirit hooves-planted in the mud
While the clouds climbed closer over pasture,
“Standoff’s what e’s after,
Make or break because you cain’t outwait
A bull who dudn’t want to move.”
Whence the name, ole bull stayed
All my life later and still I can picture those
Obstinate cow knees, crystal torrents for horns
Dripping tail swishing surety and sense
Steady, center-placed inside the fence
Might as well and kind as thunder
Stern-gazed, chin raised, just watching
Drop by drop till the Rain Bull
Was good’n ready to be on his own way.


@bykaileyann