I watched
first the thunder
booming, black of storm
All the gathering – flocks, clouds
leaves piled, blew
Windy gray the day deepened
void of birds singing
Breaking branches – cracked the gloom of dawn
all the scurry, dark forest floor so weary
Soon the rain began – a flood
death’s pooled lake of drowning
Ashen skies of furry, tumultuous blowing
ripped awake the day
Washing wet the soiled
stains of blood
my soul