Four short poems inspired by the hot, heavy weather of the last weeks, when the storm clouds build up in the evening, and the night is rocked with thunder.
Night falls
soft as a cat’s paw
on the heat-heavy
city roofs
whispering with
the cool breath
of the stars.
Night falls
And out of the darkness
Shines the moon
Black blanket
Scattered with stars
Sheds just enough light
To see your sweet face.
When dark winds blow
The memory of your face
Comes to me
Out of the past
And I shiver
In another’s arms
Storm wind sweeps the sky
Fire ships sail out of the west
Sultry sails thunder.
Viv Drewa - The Owl Lady 