There’s a wind

Send us Fan MailThere’s a windThere’s a wind outside, brewing darkness, bringing shadows and thunder,behind the early morning rain, in sheets of slate and angry grey, the sky is split in misshapen fragments of silver, shattered in splinters of lightening, trees, burgeoning building lines and edges.And still, the day,does open.In splints of light, pillars of mists and falling stars like icons, the forms of shape, pattern and familiarity return, here,a tree, empty of sky, there,the call of a morning bird, without the trust of wings, above, a road slips into distance, without direction, there’s a ghost in the light and fading, struggling to climb, struggling to wait, in the unbroken, the spire points, but reaches not, only the clock calls the hour, chiming, one hour after the other, until the now is reached, and passes.And still, the day, does open.Now has passed, the dawn has come, rain foretold and waiting, wieldeda flash, another and then a rumbling, silence splits and shatters, in pieces of time like leaves of yesteryear, upon the broken, the fallen ground, cracked and fissured, the day fails to open, spilled and swallowed, in liquid light, deep and deeper, into the darkening the heart of a misshapen earthAnd still, at last,the day does [email protected]