Before The Storm

The morning dove inspires me
                        with his longing song until
                        breaking into my thoughts
                        thunder in the distance
                        rumbles distraction
                        within my mind

                        Pausing to notice
                        the foreshadow of change
                        in the scent of the coming rain
                        I dismiss the light chatter
                        of the blue birds
                        and ponder the confusion
                        aiming to greet me

                        The trees bend and sway
                        unwillingly welcoming
                        the quiet calm before the storm
                        Carried by the breeze
                        the ripples upon the lake
                        swim silently for shore

                        Off the horizon
                        past an unknown boundary
                        beyond the grey skies...

                        The rain begins