Sunday, August 22, 2021

At The Edge of The Storm

frightful evening into morning
cell phone brightens belting warning
after warning
while the wind of oceans yawning
through the maple’s branches
celebrates and sways and dances
dawning into rainy day dye
making brown, and green, and gray
for the life earth then
daintily sip, sip, sips from the sky

at the edge of a storm
that deigns to pass us by
trending seaward, northward, eastward
crashes forward and then 
shoreward trains its mellow eye


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