There is a stirring
when one sees with clarity
what lies ahead --
Edges sharpen, and
the air pressure drops.
Trees rustle where
there is no breeze;
A wind chime tinkles
in a desolate place
and it feels like
the end of time--
Feb 5, 2020
Feb 5, 2020 at 9:36 AM UTC
There is a stirring
when one sees with clarity
what lies ahead --
Edges sharpen, and
the air pressure drops.
Trees rustle where
there is no breeze;
A wind chime tinkles
in a desolate place
and it feels like
the end of time--