Storm Warning

See the branches all erratic,
like hair teased by a hollow wind,
swaying in front
of a royal blue backdrop,
a ballet set to the rhythm
of this tree's creaking trunk.
Breathless birds circle above
looking for a place to rest
their tangled feathers,
eyes watering with weeds pollen
yet they are still clear enough
to know the silent words sung out
by the branches dance.
Black clouds appear at the edge
of a disappearing blue,
this worlds anger stored in them,
shown now in electric sparks
that light up this days night.
All eyes have turned away except
for those below the ground,
turning in earthen beds
their warnings are masked
by a jealous thunder, booming
across cowering valleys.