I know something

about myself.

I am a

Force of Nature.

 

I don’t see mother

as one of her subjects,

but as an equal.

 

Snow settles on my cheeks

brought raw with wind.

Spongy moss between my toes.

Wood nymph,

bathing in the Lochs.

 

Yes, Force is the operative word.

I am force personified

as if I could ever forget,

and you will say so

when I die.

 

I’m a tsunami,

but you,

you are

my beloved petrichor.

 

I am an avalanche,

and you are alpenglow

and diamonds.

 

I am hurricanes, heat waves

and floods.

You are crisp dawns, lapping waves

and pine scented trails.

 

I may well be the storm

my love,

but you are what brings

me to life.