tonight
the twilight
is a docile shimmer of silver and green
but a gathering storm seems about
to savage
the peace
and it could be a
widdershins storm
sucking up
birdsong and blossom and sunrise
and I wonder (don't you?)
about songbirds and storm
and gentle green
lawns fenced off
from storm and what
I did to deserve
a fortunate old age
and why I dodged
so many storms
and at my near
horizon a terrible wind
and I slip on
a jacket and amble out
to the swirling black night
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