The Storm God Wakens Poem by Kurt Philip Behm

The Storm God Wakens



Clouds encircle
sage colored dreams,
ice crystals block the sky

Today in shadows,
yesterday's warning,
memories start to cry

The stratus thickens,
impending doom,
prophesy to remind

Aeolus has woken,
his rain of tears
—ablution most unkind

(Dreamsleep: April,2021)

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