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.