Clouds
The sky flickered from gray to blue
Clouds
The sky flickered from gray to blue
Today, as clouds rushed East
To equalize the rising air.
No unusual event, this change of sky.
But watched through square-framed glass,
Grazing the tips, at eye-level,
Of winter-stilled, black-branched trees,
These clouds mean.
Something builds that's more than Wind,
Something deep and fearsome
in the East.
I do not know what compels them there,
Where science-born heat brings
Rains that kill the land,
Where legend-born scepters raise
Creeds that freeze the mind;
Nor what their gray-flashing purpose is,
These ominous drifts of luminosity
Which rush in endless armied ranks,
Like lemmings of the air,
Toward the East.