Heavy days
Smudged clouds
Charcoaled strokes stain the canvas above
Even the bees sound louder
Their hum orchestrated to break such a close atmosphere as this
The Eucalyptus tree has shed
Curled copper crawls upon the silver bark
Falling piece by piece upon swollen soils below
Petals fractured and sage leaves buried
Night creatures gazed upon daggers of light
Children woke, frightened
For as the rain fell during moonlit hours
Mercy was forgotten
No rules
Is, as is
Today, dark tones paint midsummer dreams
Only bare feet on the dampened concrete tames this humidity
As another storm waits in the wings
To bellow
To howl with the rattled voices of broken gods
We are fallen birds
To shelter until a calm glaze softens the sea
