The Calm Before The Storm

 The land was wet and dismal on that day,
An omen, surely, of what was to come,
As reeds along the river's edge did sway
To unseen winds that beat a distant drum 

An omen, surely, of what was to come
It drifted on the air among the leaves
To unseen winds that beat a distant drum 
And tiptoed through the grass like slippery thieves

It drifted on the air among the leaves,
Foretelling what the grey skies held in store,
And tiptoed through the grass like slippery thieves
While waiting for the coming of the storm

Foretelling what the grey skies held in store,
As reeds along the river's edge did sway,
While waiting for the coming of the storm
The land was wet and dismal on that day.

 


   
              november 2004