A storm is brewing.
See how the clear sky dims before the advance,
A new wind blows, unheard in a lifetime of years,
One to make the shutters dance;
A storm that plays to people’s fears.
A storm is brewing:
One of our own making,
One to shake windows to frost,
Splinter the eaves, unsure the footings,
And leave us lost.
And leave us rueing.
A storm is brewing—
Soon to be ensuing—
So why aren’t you waking?
A storm to twist metal like truths and silence tongues
A storm as dense as ignorance—
And here it comes.