Forecast (for the weatherman)


If weather permits,
and time will tell you
— war or love —
that all is fair,

we’ll go around
and come again
to fairer weather
yet, my friend.

These clouds will bleed
their silver vein,
so mind the lines
and read between.

In the quiet here
before the surge
we know that once
it rains, it’s war.


One thought on “Forecast (for the weatherman)

  1. I can feel the energy flowing through these.There’s a fire inside you and is blazing through your poetry. Shine on…..enjoying your works!


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