Snow Melt

Something about evening

Kamál (Perfection), 18 Baha (Splendor), 165 B.E. – Monday, April 7, 2008 about 6:58 PM PDT

There is something about a spring evening
when the wind blows through the trees
and the neighbor's flowers are in bloom
that brings back memories of Oklahoma.

Maybe it's because I'm getting older
and I remember the good times more
then the bad times,
but there are things about my childhood that I miss.

I miss the storm warnings in Oklahoma,
going out of the house to watch the clouds
knowing that somewhere within those charcoal beauties
a tornado was blooming.

It's odd to think about a tornado blooming
like flowers in a garden
or lilacs on a bush,
but that's how I visualize them
now that I'm over the age of 60
and living outside of Oklahoma.