A Storm
You came into my life with gale-force winds.
Clearing away all else.
Sinking my heart into the deep depths of Lake Superior.
It should have been a November Gale,
but it was early,
with October's colors and force.
I'm waiting for this storm to subside,
but the lightning keeps flashing,
and the thunder keeps roaring.
(and I lost you somewhere on the shoreline.)