|
| approach |
| Messenger, |
| of a change in inherent skies -- |
| Winds, disturbed, |
| thrust the air into frenzied breaths; |
| an encroaching horizon's frown |
| drawn in dark furrows, |
| clouds, thickening angry fists. |
| In the periphery, |
| beleaguered rays of a cornered sun |
| spill, in panic almost, |
| their fan of desperate gold |
| folding before the invaders |
| trampling delirious |
| in their stampede of gray. |
| © Jon Bohrn (2000) |
