The silence before the storm:
constipation of nature,
the eerie night branches still
prior to the orchestra of birds.
He awakes from a fevered dream,
a terrible time to be conscious
before the coming of the dawn.
The sky is as grey as melancholia
but maybe the forecast storm
will not arrive at all
yet then he hears distant thunder
and the faint whisper of the breeze
envying those deep in slumber
who will wake to greet the world with wonder.
constipation of nature,
the eerie night branches still
prior to the orchestra of birds.
He awakes from a fevered dream,
a terrible time to be conscious
before the coming of the dawn.
The sky is as grey as melancholia
but maybe the forecast storm
will not arrive at all
yet then he hears distant thunder
and the faint whisper of the breeze
envying those deep in slumber
who will wake to greet the world with wonder.
