Storm

As if a spot of summer had drifted

in from the north, the morning path

sun-baked in serenity until a cloud,

longer than the islands and darker

than woodland night itself, stopped

by resolutely and stubbornly. Then

an eyelid closed on this once endless

space and day came to an abrupt end.

 

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