Afternoon Thunderstorm

Standing barefoot on the front porch,

Raindrops splatter on my bare feet.

The smell of rosemary and lightning

Waft through the water-logged air.

The curious cat left on the inside

Presses her face to the screen door.

Raindrops fall noisily to the earth,

Billowing thunder rolls in waves.

The steady flow of rain lessens

To an intermittent drip, drip, drip.

Robins appear, hop on the lawn,

Hunt for worms in the calm aftermath.

 

Unshod Feet

My most memorable days

Have been barefoot ones.

Walking down the aisle,

Wading through the creek.

Standing on holy ground,

Wriggling toes in fresh mud.

Laughing, playing in the rain,

Treading in familiar homes.

Climbing, walking, or wading-

I have a better grasp on life

With bare feet.

Protection

Barefoot and a baseball cap
And I feel ready to face the day.
Jackets, umbrellas, shoes
Just seem like added weight.
I don’t want to spend my life
Dressing out in man-made suits of armor.
Simply free me to face the elements
With the protection of mother nature.