Wonderfully evocative…
For the dverse quadrille prompt. The theme is ‘storm’.
Sky is hushed, still,
filled with heat haze,
days when no winds blow,
no breath of breeze,
trees hang limp-leafed, birdless,
wordless songs from the river
shiver in the restless light.
Bright sun sinks in the west—
best close the door,
for storm’s coming.
