by Charlie Mann
A Storm
A storm is brewing.
Rain is sudden, heavy,
falling with shadows,
a thunder of echoes
on the horizon.
The summer air is thick
and slow, waiting
to be moved by
a long awaited wind.
Soon, raised hands will
feel the change of the
breeze, and breaths
will taste the scent
of the flowers that
no-one could cut.
Call and Response
We speak of the earth
with the same breath
that we speak of home.
These are our lands.
They grow in our spirit
and we grow.
They die by our hand
and we follow.
Charlie Mann is a technical assistant. He lives and works in Surrey, amid the rolling hills. He can be found on Twitter @fromgreenink between frequent crises.
Image by Maxime Reynal.