This morning I awoke to the sound of a truck thundering down our cul-de-sac. I looked out the window but saw no truck. The sound was and is the high winds. Across the street, I watched as a raven sat alone and swayed back and forth on the tip of a tree. That image inspired my poem.
Colleen Chesebro invites interested poets to reflect on their experience of the current season. Our area is quite unstable. One day it is calm, but the next day can be unnerving. My poem is a reflection on today -- what I see and experience right now. My seasonal words include: scowling clouds, winds careen, and leafless branch.
I hope you enjoy it.