Thursday, January 29, 2009
Silhouetting the Oak and the tall pines,
on the horizon to the north-east a thin band of white clouds,
and on top a layer of deep black-blue absorbing all the light you can see.
To the south the last glimpse of light shines brightly before disappearing for the night.
Something strange is happening and as fast as the thought comes,
pepper corn hail starts to bounce on the deck and
as fast as the bright sun came and the drapes were thrown open it is dark.
Throw another log on the fire – just in case.
© Steven Fletcher
January 26, 2009