Saturday, September 25, 2021


The clouds cling over the island
In a field of blue
As electric haze floats from a distance 
Across the sea surface
And thunderheads show rain from far away
On a watery stage.

The sun falls from one cloud bank
To another, spraying mists of gold
Even to the water,
Which trembles
As only something alive can do,
As if to tell the ocean,
So profoundly blue,
That it must turn purple.

The sky is grey 
Save a thin band of sunset
Where the clouds are red.