Brewing

A storm

Is brewing

I can feel it

In my bones

I look up

The azure sky

Clear of groans

The white

Cottony clouds

Turn tail

And run

As if dodging

Unseen stones

The wind is picking up

Blowing the beads

Of sweat

From my neck

To parts unknown

Swirling violence

Cackles

Like twisted crones

A storm

Is brewing

I can feel it

In my bones

*Allene Angelica*

=^_^=

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