crashes sullen thunder and storm-shaped dark rain.
[Are those drums or munitions in the distance?]
Advancing weather cloaks yesterday’s mountains
in premature night and tempestuous rage.
[Are they louder now, or nearer, how can we tell?]
Overhead, terrible black birds fly at each other, fury
dances on their wings and the roaring is unleashed.
[Attack drones are hidden in descending cloud.]
By this penitential weather, in its unnatural climate,
pain, death and catastrophe fall upon the helpless.
[Gunfire echoes like a guilty conscience.]
© BH, 2024
Today’s ominous image - approaching storm - metaphorical or meteorological. Climate or conflict - makes little odds.
Time I banged on about something else.
Flowers maybe. Spring is coming, I’m told.
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