Poetry and Writes

Before It Came (POEM)

I saw the storm coming long

Before it came, I saw

The deer flick their ears, tails, retreat

Into the tree town that lingers

Before the buildings, a haven among

Skyscrapers of petty brick and mortar.

I saw the crows shuffle their feathers

Drink from the looming puddles

I saw them open foolish mouths

And cry as if in welcome.

I saw the sky a dome above us

Bridge between a life

One of running, one of adamance

And one behind the glass.

I saw it coming before it came, the

Imposing walls of blue,

Of locked gates, of drawn curtains,

Of fresh dew

Upon a petal in a solitary morning.

I saw it when the rain slammed

And slid down the windows,

Relentless grief or anger

Or something akin to it.

I saw the deer bound restless

Into the hidden wood,

I saw the crows sip stubborn

From what they knew would come.

And I saw the drops fall feathered

Down the antlers of the trees

I saw the rain fall like snow would

Under winter's silver key.

The next day I saw the deer

Slink out, pelts dry and shining gold,

I saw them shiver under the sun

I saw their flighty want to run.

I saw the crows hop into

The clouded monotone sky

I saw them thinking of staying, as

Though this lack of commitment

Deserved to right them shunned.

I saw the storm coming long

Before it came, I saw the things that

It stirred among these simpler minds,

The discontentment, oh,

The doubts of simpler kind.