Tuesday, August 12, 2014

broken promise (29 October 2012)

Driving west from Waterford
the road is a grey ribbon
in the dark green 
of the evening's fields,
slendering as it reaches
the plum line of mountains.

Erupting from behind
them is a sky of fire,
streaks of crimson
and dark orange
flaming north and south
and billowing east as if
the sunset could 
cross the dome of heaven
to fall behind us
and rise again.

'It's a red sky tonight:
we'll have sun tomorrow,'
I tell the boys in the back
with a worldview limited
to their lapbound screens.

But my weather wisdom fails
and the day that follows is grey.

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