"Listening to the
Weather Change"
Greg Budig 2021
The stagnant air
begins to soar,
sweeping through
the branches of the
dried out trees.
There will be no
color for the autumn
skies this year.
The sky has become
muddled with grey
tangled clouds.
Dancing and twisting
with the stale emptiness
of the late afternoon.
Evening draws closer,
the west becomes dark.
I listen very closely
through the cicada's
August song.
Anticipating thunder
from a far off summer
storm. But the darkness
just grows deeper as
the wind begins to fade.
Breezes become quiet
in an ominous way.
The thickness of the
atmosphere is now
more pronounced.
Something is coming I
say to myself. Listening
to the weather change.
The End
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