An errant breeze
A glimpse of indigo sky
The morning star
proudly incandescent
announces the break of day
There’s a whispering in the cane
Something’s afoot
And the wind is spreading the news
Dry stalks rustling
Leaves twisting like desiccated snakes
The mountains glow like a painting
In the burgeoning dawn
The wind is stronger now
No longer playful
Its sudden sorties menace
Then go still
Where is it now?
The birds are strangely silent
the crickets alone
dare to ring their monotonous dirge
No sun, only shadows
Firmly etched give definition
To the hills
Lights flicker and grow dim
As leaves all spent
flutter to the awakening ground
Glenda Warburton 