Walls shake

under the pressure of an ongoing storm.

The storm exhausts

birds in flight and flings

squirrels to the ground.

The ground is hard with ice

and the lost promise of spring.

Spring, children wait for

under the volatile sky.

The sky is tuned by the fingers of time.

Time cannot give a chance accepted or refused

but is the measure by which all things move and die.

Die, the storm is thinning like the skin of a worn drum,

leaving its signature beat on the road.

The road I base all my faith on is under my sleeve

sure of me, regardless if I turn or if I follow.



Copyright © 2004 by Allison Grayhurst


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First published in “Jellyfish Whispers”, 2014

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Published in “Pirene’s Fountain”, Issue 11

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“Allison Grayhurst intertwines a potent spirituality throughout her work so that each poem is not simply a statement or observation, but a revelation that demands the reader’s personal involvement. Grayhurst’s poetic genius is profound and evident. Her voice is uniquely authentic, undeniable in its dignified vulnerability as it is in its significance,” Kyp Harness, singer/songwriter, author.

“Allison Grayhurst’s poems are like cathedrals witnessing and articulating in unflinching graphic detail the gritty angst and grief of life, while taking it to rare clarity, calm and comfort. Grayhurst’s work is haunting, majestic and cleansing, often leaving one breathless in the wake of its intelligence, hope, faith and love amidst the muck of life. Many of Allison Grayhurst’s poems are simply masterpieces. Grayhurst’s poetry is a lighthouse of intelligent honour… indeed, intelligence rips through her work like white water,” Taylor Jane Green, Registered Spiritual Psychotherapist and author.



2 responses to “Weather

  1. So well expressed and described – it’s reality said poetically of weather and storm – and then the underpinning of it all – time and movement of the seasons, the seasons of a year, the seasons of a life. I LOVE HOW IT ENDS in true stability:

    “The road I base all my faith on is under my sleeve

    sure of me, regardless if I turn or if I follow.”

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