Storm Front [Free Verse]

Rain is coming.
I can smell its sweet whiff on the breeze.

A storm prowls out there
beyond my eyes power to see.

But dark clouds hunker in the fore:
the storm's vanguard.

The birds know it's coming.
They've vacated the skies
I know not where. 

Changing Skies: Three Tanka

a gray day,
low dreary clouds hang down;
smoky air
clings to the earth —
all is close; nothing moves


tall puffy clouds
drift across the sky
like ship’s bridges,
moving in armada
through skies, calm & blue


a blue dome,
unblemished by clouds
if not for birds
looking to the sky
would stop the world