Eye of the storm
full moon hangs above
Shepherd’s rose sky
stroking soft sea shush
in the lull of low tide.
Tomorrow will bring
full February’s power
rain lashing cheeks
exhaustion hung bleak
as the water creeps black
through trapped city streets
unearthing the dead,
promising no blink
to its inundating stare
but for a moment here;
suspended bright
over calm blue sea
the storm is a dream
in an Angel’s sleep.