Omen

Weather commands to stay inside today. A black cloud threatens demons and fire. Dark silhouettes move in an eerie glow. Uncertain messages drift on a somber wind. Trees toss their crowns like angry kings. And in it all the poet ciphers out the riddle. The thunder is from the cannons of war. The cloud is the smoke of Armageddon. Trees shed tears from many broken lives. The poet wonders; was there ever love? When the garden was lost, did a curse fall like hailstones in the gloom of the tempest? When the air grows still again, the calm is the prelude to the coming destruction. Storm sirens peal a warning and an omen.