Thursday, February 6, 2014

scythe

i took a breath and walked
inside the tornado
where the sky moved circular
slicing and spinning, where
the gathering could not be distinguished
from the ruining and the drilling dove
downward while the spiraled cloud grew
and the gray hovered over me
the giant
with his scythe, psyche
howling as the wind whipped
the limbs from off the trees...

~

RNH