I Clearly Dreamt

I CLEARLY DREAMT

Mauve scarlet-edged billowing thunder-heads

Boil and plume and fume out of the west

Cumulous nimbus columns fired and hell-bent

Promises of intent not mere idle threats

 

Pale orange orb setting spilling gold across the stream

Silver six-penny moon ascending cradled by a winter tree

That is a stark silhouette against this dark lowering sky

And dripping the last rains from her heaven-earthing heights

 

November winds stole her regal golden crown

And every single stitch of her gorgeous autumn gown

She now drapes forlorn before this january storm

That last night I clearly dreamt will bring her crashing down

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