Dusk

Twilight before the storm moves me.
Turbulent waves of tree leaves portends
an impending force growling and swirling. 

Listen carefully, so you may feel it too:
the grand orchestra, the somber parade, the ferocious redemption. 

As I stroll down the street into the storm,
I let edges of myself imbue in its hue
as a brief remedial sojourn for my soul. 

4.27.2026