Hunker Down

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.