Hanging Cloud

A hanging cloud Tonight Over The city frowns. The red dusk it obscures. The hanging cloud Lead colored and tank mannered Speak not But glares arrogant below. I I Poet Seer Exchange Glances with her Glances unwelcome But Undeterred The Hanging Cloud over the City Stays Lets not go the rope of its intent To drown the tired city in The rains and tempests and the Gales Look! They be gathering! The leaves fly and whirl Round Others From the trees and the bough Are stripped Cruelly By the sadistic Hanging Cloud: That’s the beginning: Only That’s the beginning A new Dawn will then count The harm of night.