Ominous Skies

Ominous Skies. Dark clouds gather In an ominous foreboding grey Sky White feathered gulls Break the tension against the inclement bleakness Blown hither and tither On spread open wings As the wiry trees bend and quiver At the mercy of the bellowing gusts Leaves shake And tendril twigs break Strewen to the ground As crystal goblets flop Upon the landscape awash On yonder green field vegetation And red-tiled rooftop Boisterous rebellious wind unforgiving Batters and shatters Relentless power To destroy and devour An otherwise bright promising day The Bashful sun Hides away Behind cushions of clouds for the day. Peter Dome. Copyright2019.