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
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