Gathering Storm

Cumulus Mountains loom
upon the edge of thought,
Their billowing shades of gray
cast doubt upon the world.

Deepening Darkness consumes
the world of light and warmth
as colors fade and thoughts
of gloom replace each one.

While distant rumblings speak
of power without control,
a foreboding stillness settles
over mind and soul.

The chilly wind whips waste
around the wandering waif,
causing life and will to seep
from marrow and bone.

Then fear begins to squeeze
with tightening cords of steel,
driving drops of hope to bleed
through chinks and cracks.

The time for preparation spent,
for good or ought:
the storm will judge the strength
of man, or will, or thought.