Summer Storm and Birds

Evening sky sags in recovery,
hanging a lantern — yellow half light,
birds recognize the nearing end
of a summer storm.

Still an angry rain kept time,
assaulting nests, branches,
where nervy occupants hung silent
for fear of toppling.

On the other edge of horizon,
a bleary moon ascended in silence
where normally trumpets
would proclaim her nightly reign.


Vending Machine Press - March 2016