The Flood

Send us Fan MailThe FloodA flood of darkness, hidden between the earth,and a paling morning with trees leafless, fallen,glimpsesin blinking puddles, for empty of stars, is this late November sky, and throughand above, the clouds an invisible race in ships, through sails, the wind whispers,across heavens,  the wings of day arising,as the hoursfleetingly,hauntingly,in reflection,hurry on by [email protected]