Saturday, October 15, 2016
Dark, no wind and tropical;
It’s the calm before the storm.
Now screams of fighting Ravens
And hurricanes are the norm.
This morning in the Winter chill,
I saw my foggy breath.
I shuffled through the fallen leaves,
Under trees naked and bereft.
The News airs dire warnings,
Neighbors contemplate what to do.
“Oh hell’’, I said, “Just fuck it”!
As I uncapped another brew.