Poem: Red Sky at Morning.

angry sky

Red Sky at Morning

The sky is angry, orange, threatening.
The wind howls off the quarry.
The rain falls.

You stand, sure and still,
a survivor of storms large and small,
a relic, not yet a ruin,

able to live in the dark, knowing
you will outlast it
yet again.

About this poem.

More about depression than the storm we had last night. (and it was a doozy.)

Tom

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