Storm

Listen to the wind blow

it rocks the beams bends

the trees so crispy leaves

butterfly to the ground.

Winter comes in August

equinoctial rain slash

sending the horses to shiver

in hedgerow.

Night brings no rest, no rest:

constant dream of days gone by

& people dead float across the

screen of retina, unrelenting.

You ask for crumbs

I bring you buttered bread

thick with honey from a distant

land where the bees know

only sunshine.