Ode to Sandy

Screaming Sandy, rage!

Unleash thirsty, brawling winds
Revealing howling ambuscados!

Deliver a drenching deluge

Send rushing waters to rise

around us if you dare!

But still we stand strong below,

Weathered yet braced and sheltered.

Withstanding piercing lances

hurled from crippling, tortured skies.

The fallen shards we now gather

and cast with all of our might

back against the heavens.

Edged blades to cleave

angered clouds that hover

over this vengeful night.

Slicing gloom to reveal

compassions of the moon

that soothe the fevered tides

and guide with gentle ease,

roiled waters that now recede 
on ebbing tides that flow softly

back into the sea.

HL August 2009; revised and adapted July 2011 and October 30, 2012