Christina's World

The smell of earth
warmed by a summer sun
surrounds you, filling
the air, mixed
with the scent of grass
and the sound
of a single sparrow
whose song breaks the stillness
of the midday air.

A storm is building
far on the horizon
and you wait for the breeze
that will precede it
a catalyst
like the storm
waiting to bring change 
into your life

You watch the clouds
rolling in dark and gray
but illuminated
from an unseen light

You hold your place
as the winds blow
strands of loose hair
around your face
whipping and lashing
your sun warmed skin

You look to the house
where you grew up
and at the growing storm
You realize your choice
to stay and live 
the life you know
or leave on storm 
born wings.

Copyright � 1998 by Jenna Brown