When it was safe to write about the weather,
Of the era between garden and flood,
I’ve forgiven. He did what ravens do. Smart bird
With need to know if waters had abated
It wasn’t long before the dove came back.
showing Noah the land still wore its shame.
Would be nice to say that is the happy ending,
What hasn’t drowned is burning, the clouds
With all the doppler, all the ‘acu weather’,
A hard rain and a howling wind;
No more quibble
about taking the trash out.
The manicured lawn is a memory, no more
argument about the mowing. Suddenly
we are holy, cleansed by the storm.
On this night of clearing, the inevitable loss
is an ache. Dust in the wake of flood
makes a sliver of moon a miracle.
We are pleased to announce that Wordflair Community of Poets and Writers
is currently featuring the work of Gene Dixon.
Gene is well known in the Internet community of poets and has been widely
published in print and online. He recently participated in a workshop with
Billy Collins, U.S. Poet Laureate, 2001-2003. It is not easy(nor necessary)
to label such a diverse and talented person, but Gene Dixon’s life’s work has
labeled him an advocate for peace and poetry.
His pages are located at