Brightening. Darkening. Crabapple leaves viewed through the dining room window alternate between a luminescent emerald in golden light and drab green.
Until the daylight dims to a dull-gray. Thunder rumbles in the distance. The long-predicted storm approaches the bucolic village named “Beautiful Mountain.” Our home.
“Phantom of the Opera”
drowns out the robins
Falling rain. Streams batter the crabapple leaves, and leave behind a shimmering film. They rattle the roof, the deck. The block is under a waterfall.
All while we read, write, cook, listen to Josh Groban. Dry and indifferent, save for a muttered “when” and a flurry of words.
a lone crow caws among
Photo by Antonino Visalli
first published in Image Curve, November 15, 2018
for dVerse Poets Open Link Night #232 (pubtended by Frank Hubeny)