Rino Rossi ~ Rite of Spring

Rino Rossi ~ Rite of Spring

The grey storm passes
a storm the sea wakes from
then soon forgets . . .

surf plumes at the rocks –
wave after wave, each
drawing its own long fetch

– and the hills across the firth –
golden, as the cloud lifts –yes
it’s here, everything

you wanted, everything
you insisted on –

Even the raven,
his old crocked voice

asks you what you’re waiting for

Even the Raven by Kathleen Jamie

Mr. Cloud by Eiko Ishibahi