Awaiting Winter

Early dusk dominates the
horizon of this overcast day.
The sky's cauldron has been
brewing a turn toward rain
but has failed to tip the vessel
releasing the downpour to the
waiting landscape below. 
Streaked clouds of darkly
purple hue yet linger but the
wind that incited them to 
mayhem has retreated in a huff
of disobeyed orders. Not a
whisper of expectation remains
within the stillness of the
fall woods until a clatter of
crows lift in unison above the
diminishing canopy of the
woods heckling the powers
dictating climate and the seasons
soon enough to extract revenge.