Storm Dance

We danced quickstep before the storm my pups eager -- eyes wide we raced in the rustling grasses the early winds whispering beware to the trees then the rushing air and the sky drumming began the crows watched cawing hidden in the pines the birds chirped and swore as the wind began to roar the trees swayed and beat against each other’s limbs,   near the thundering waves of the east cliff drive the ocean whipped its greenish blue hue into white foam there is thumping on the roof now as the ice blue sky becomes cobalt electric air the birds grow quiet hiding in green sanctums there is moaning, and a fearful snapping of the boughs oh the howling winds   the dogs and I now silent in the house   in awe hiding in the most distant space