The Storm God Wakens

Clouds encircle

sage colored dreams,

ice crystals block the sky


Today in shadows,

yesterday’s warning,

 memories start to cry


The stratus thickens,

impending doom,

prophesy to remind


Aeolus has woken,

his rain of tears

—ablution most unkind


(Dreamsleep: April, 2021)

Copyright 2021 Kurt Philip Behm

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