Stormy Night

Tonight there will be no stars

the sun sliding as do fingers

on the smooth surface of satin

below the horizon in silent surrender

as surly clouds creep

across the twilight sky

their grumbling reverberating

off the rooftops announcing

their impending arrival

like the birth pangs

of a laboring mother

Serpentine tongues of

lightning taste the air

as I wonder about the weather

in London at this late hour

if maybe you might be

dreaming about a

storm somewhere

Reviews

[Throwing Romeo]

The lightning bugs are going off tonight. Stormy dreams on my horizon.
the motions and emotional
imagry alive and excitingly
strong. Good job!!