Weather Report

Weather Report

The wind seeps and moans

Whisks down leaves

Skirls through power lines

Clouds boil up

And spill over the lashes of light

Raking dawn slantwise

Each cloud gap pierced

With white hot fire

Branding the face of the gale

Ravens wheel and stall

Then turn and accelerate

Sliding down the day

As it flaps out crisp

Shaken smartly

Punctuated with sunshine

All afternoon clouds roll down the valley

Light slips over their white tops

And under their grey bellies

Pushed by wind that sifts cold

Through the denim of my jeans

And slithers up the Boise Front

Sliding dark shadows

Over wrinkled, brown-skinned hills

Until it blows itself east

And I am surrounded

By the suns heat and fire

As it enflames the cradle

Of the Owyhees

In one last crescendo

That embraces the sky