There’s a wind

There’s a wind

There’s a wind outside, 

brewing darkness, 

bringing shadows 

and thunder,

behind the early morning rain, 

in sheets 

of slate 

and angry grey, 

the sky is split 

in misshapen fragments 

of silver, 

shattered in splinters 

of lightening, 

trees, burgeoning 

building lines 

and edges.

And still, 

the day,

does open.

In splints 

of light, 

pillars 

of mists 

and falling stars 

like icons, 

the forms 

of shape, 

pattern 

and familiarity 

return, 

here,

a tree, 

empty of sky, 

there,

the call 

of a morning bird, 

without the trust 

of wings, 

above, 

a road slips 

into distance, 

without direction, 

there’s a ghost 

in the light 

and fading, 

struggling to climb, 

struggling to wait, 

in the unbroken, 

the spire points, 

but reaches not, 

only the clock 

calls the hour, 

chiming, 

one hour 

after the other, 

until the now 

is reached, 

and passes.

And still, 

the day, 

does open.

Now has passed, 

the dawn has come, 

rain foretold 

and waiting, 

wielded

a flash, 

another 

and then a rumbling, 

silence splits 

and shatters, 

in pieces of time 

like leaves 

of yesteryear, 

upon the broken, 

the fallen ground, 

cracked 

and fissured, 

the day fails 

to open, 

spilled 

and swallowed, 

in liquid light, 

deep and deeper, 

into the darkening 

the heart 

of a misshapen earth

And still, 

at last,

the day does open.

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