by Steve Tanham
Rooted in the Land
No raging storm front tears my roots from ridge
No howling sky will twist and drag my limbs from land
The densest deluge will not wash my will
enduring, rooted here to frame and feed this place.
But one day the lightning may come . . .
And neither rhyme nor reason then resist endurance’s end
©Copyright words and image Stephen Tanham 2015
Sun in Gemini 
Brilliant image and poem, Steve… I feel the same way about storms, and hope what you describe doesn’t come in my lifetime!
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Thank you Jenanita, I took the photo on my iPhone last night, walking Tess. The storm front was closing in. Storms are threatening and live-affirming at the same time; one of nature’s little reminders to us all, I think.
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