Before The Storm
written by: Vicki Whicker
@vicki_whicker
Great snows are forecast.
What is coming but
feels impossible?
Warmth. Spring. Summer. Fall.
Winter. Man is cold.
But so much hubris.
Best live as humbled
beast. Right sized. The fires.
Blizzards. Great freezes,
epic thaws. Earthquakes.
Volcanos. Typhoons.
Twisters. Hurricanes
and floods. Bring us word
of holy kingdoms.
We consequences
of clinging. We act.
As if permanent.
Bigger. Faster. Scar
the lands. Pollute red
the skies. Where am I
in this? It’s snowing.
Vicki Whicker is a poet and photographer. A member of Los Angeles Poets and Writers Collective and Bright Hill Press Poets. Her poetry appears in 12 Los Angeles Poets, Big City Mantra, Seeing Things (poems and photographs), Caught Before Flight (debut poetry book) Literary Mama, La Presa, The Nonconformist, Pigeon Review, The Opiate, Moveable Type, and more. Her photography has appeared in solo shows on both coasts, in Orion magazine, and is currently on display at The Griffin Museum of Photography.
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- Before The Storm - February 11, 2022
