February flood

Eye of the stormfull moon hangs aboveShepherd’s rose skystroking soft sea shushin the lull of low tide. Tomorrow will bringfull February’s powerrain lashing cheeksexhaustion hung  bleakas the water creeps black through trapped city streetsunearthing the dead,promising no blinkto its inundating stare but for a moment here; suspended brightover calm blue seathe storm is a dreamin an Angel’s  sleep.