17 February 2012

Breath Of This Day

Gathering storm on the Wolds

no denying it comes out of the West
an ominous confluence of doubt gathers
momentum, dourly sweeps skies grey

silence collects unflattering evidence as
impetus quavers – and there are too
many more misgivings trading dread

daily give and take slows to a sleeper’s
heartbeat, those plaintive assurances
flee with bird calls haunting goodbyes

no way of escaping an aching suspense
before noon these clouds will mutiny
asphyxiate the breath of this day
© 29 September 2011, I. D. Carswell