The Coming of a Storm
There is a silence emanating from my open window No breeze or whistle of commotion Just the echo of a dream withered by emotion As I long for a cobblestone path to change Granite and lime stone laden earth Scattered with bits of bone and splinters, Only carrion devourers find merit As I long for lush grasses to tread Upon a rotten log of demise A cowardly raven lurks blinking Every move of mine watched Eyes piercing my silent trek Even as he hops and flutters No sound he makes No whisper ground And I tap I tap Each tap, a crack in the silence Each tap, a stutter of light Each tap, breaking a jarring silence Each tap, a lightning strike I tap Such a simple sound As I walk and wander aground Almost as a thunder may applaud I find clouds looming and growing broad Raven blinks uncontrolled anger and fear The silence so sound, entirely broken He scrambles and takes flight with a caw And my clothing flaps with a new found breeze Eyes shine and lids cower no more The stones snap, creak, and g