Dark Skies

A Poem by redzone

the storm is coming

Dark Skies

Dark skies greeted me

as I sat on the deck,

drinking my morning brew.

It was one of those days

where everything looked tired,

even the trees,

the veggies in the garden,

drooped,

looked weary and sad.

It was a day for contemplation,

for asking,

“how did we get to this place,

this time?”

A place where everything is

is falling apart at the seams.

Even my flannel shirt,

faded with age and wear,

is now missing a few buttons.

Then,

As I was getting ready to go inside,

I saw the wolf

emerge from behind the Oak,

down by Willow Creek.

Its fur was matted with blood

and its eyes were blazing red

as it stared into my mind,

reminding me I hadn’t

been to the sweat lodge,

or vision walked for some time.

Those eyes held violence,

they called to me,

and I found myself

walking through the long-ago time.

It was a time of

10,000 Sequoias,

and forests that filled valleys

and mountainsides.

As I walked between the trees

and fields of Blue Bells,

I felt humanities loss,

the ability to listen to the wind,

talk to the wolf and bear,

sing the songs of birds,

and find the meaning of butterfly whispers.

As I found my way back to the deck,

I thought,

perhaps humanity will come home.

But…

The wolf howled

with its red eyes ablaze,

and I realized,

only the new communism

and revolution

will allow humanity

to speak to trees,

save the Earth,

bring humanity back

from the brink of

extinction.

Aztec Warrior/redzone 9.24.2024

© 2024 redzone

Author's Note

....thanks for reading

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Carlos Lorenzo Estrada

What a powerful piece of poetry. The Images of nature so visceral and tangible. Walking between both worlds the living and spiritual. There is a yearning to return to our roots. But the realization of our feral nature destroying the greater aspects of our humanity. Incredibly insightful piece of poetry. CLE