I feel it in a shift of the wind
a threat falls on predacious wings
I sense it in a chill in the air
the harbinger of a magnitude of ice
I know it in the twist of a gray cloud
utter destruction lies ahead
it rushes toward me like lonely night
in the wilderness
the anticipation of darkness
appeared with the dying sun today
Anticipation of something bad is always more terrible than the happening itself. Very well depicted through menacing imagery. It's consoling to lend voice to our fears. A10
Indeed there is consolation in knowing that my fears are no different than any other human's. I am not alone. Thanks.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
On the same theme, in a different, marvellous again scene and motive.
I write everyday and I think about death every day so a lot of my poetry now is related to this topic. Not all however.