JOHNMICHAEL SIMON POETRY

Crystal drops on cypress fingers hang as baubles

swing in wind’s beat, skaters on iced lakes

green fronds on brown bones tremble, shake

brave sparrows torn from footholds clutched

flung into the beating sheets of rain

 

Down under staircase loom our doggie whimpers

as thunder rumbles somewhere overhead

flash-whimper and again, a canine cowering, but

outside sparrows still flit twit branch to frond

 

Who as the storm dies down and rain subsides

tuck tiny bodies into places where survival hides