Thursday, August 9, 2007


"the foreboding calm"

the blaring sound of silenced birds

perched still atop the swaying limbs
of trees that rock in violent wind
and moan like sunday hymns

the clouds have swept across the sky
and stamped light short of its goal
the summer heat has turned a chill
which stutters through my soul

people's words come out as whispers
as static passers pass on by
from underneath a poplar tree
where all the view is sky

wind comes in from all directions
brushing grass across my feet
the storm that hails from everywhere
can offer no retreat

1 comment:

Monica said...

As far as ominous premonitions go - its lovely.
(you do have some help predicting the weather though/with that ankle of yours)