Post storm

Dark clouds cover the sky tonight,

Thick cumulus covers,

Like inky ash,

Seen only at the borders

As the deep purple sky beyond

Frames their ragged edges.

A thick wind stirs the trees,

The heavy wet leaves rustling damply

In the hot air.

Except for the wind and the leaves

The world is quiet,

Hung halfway between




It feels like an old night,

One that’s been hanging around

Since before years were years.

I find myself holding my breath.

It should be pitch

But there is a luminescence,

Faint but present,

A light shimmer

That keeps the true dark at bay.


The gloom causes me to think of the stars,


And silent

Beyond the blanket of clouds.


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