The ripples, so insidiously beautiful, send undulations across my spirit
MEET AUDRY
Silhouette against a menacing sky,
Winter dead tree with knarled fingers pointing an unveiled threat
Towards the leaden grey backdrop of a coming storm.
Atop the tallest branch sits corvid,
Evil eyed.
Black. Black. Black.
Corvid, illuminated by the dying gasp of a log
slung sun which struggles to flee the swallowing clouds-
The thunder already sounding the death knell.
