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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