Clouds have marbled the autumnal
sky so voluminously there exists
scant light to glow upon the
hushed world below. Bruised
darkly in greys, blacks and indigo
by ferocious winds, the clouds
loiter then ponderously shift,
the landscape below a prisoner
of familiar dark foreboding.
The dynamic duo, tasked by
nature as climate changers take
their stewardship seriously indeed
in their binary relations. Those
ponderously shifting masses of
densely morose shades advance their
purpose with the propulsive wind;
their pact to unleash the violence
of a storm now near at hand.
Sunday, November 20, 2011
Oncoming Storm
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Poetry
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