I love Adrienne Rich for the same reasons I love Patty Griffin - the raw emotion disguised as beauty that can be too much, at times, for everyday life, but sometimes is all that will do. Weather abroad and weather in the heart alike come on regardless of prediction. Very nice.

So look for no hidden meaning in why I'm posting this poem today. It sounds so ominous, and I'm not feeling particularly dark this morning. I just love the poem and the poet.

Storm Warnings
Adrienne Rich

The glass has been falling all the afternoon,
And knowing better than the instrument
What winds are walking overhead, what zone
Of gray unrest is moving across the land,
I leave the book upon a pillowed chair
And walk from window to closed window, watching
Boughs strain against the sky

And think again, as often when the air
Moves inward toward a silent core of waiting,
How with a single purpose time has traveled
By secret currents of the undiscerned
Into this polar realm. Weather abroad
And weather in the heart alike come on
Regardless of prediction.

Between foreseeing and averting change
Lies all the mastery of elements
Which clocks and weatherglasses cannot alter.
Time in the hand is not control of time,
Nor shattered fragments of an instrument
A proof against the wind; the wind will rise,
We can only close the shutters.

I draw the curtains as the sky goes black
And set a match to candles sheathed in glass
Against the keyhole draught, the insistent whine
Of weather through the unsealed aperture.
This is our sole defense against the season;
These are the things we have learned to do
Who live in troubled regions.