My lovely wife of 61 years thinks this may be two poems.
However, it is my turn to be right. I appreciate your suggestions... D. (Stanzas are three lines except last stanza is only two lines.)
Storm Clouds Gathering
The weather-guesser opines
a storm front sloughing in
from the coast by nightfall.
A scientist at heart, he sees
no morning glory sky backlight
to the southbound honking V
or sparrows dressed for tea
gathering near the feeder with
one eye scanning for hawks
nor leaves giving up their hold,
spiraling toward the hammock,
carpeting fresh-cut lawn.
A businessman tunes to
the weather forecast over
his jet’s roar--- fading contrail
points to Seattle where the
cantaloupe sky rinds to marry
the night and the sea.
Storm clouds gathering, worn prayer beads----
winter builds a spider‘s web.
-Dewell H. Byrd
However, it is my turn to be right. I appreciate your suggestions... D. (Stanzas are three lines except last stanza is only two lines.)
Storm Clouds Gathering
The weather-guesser opines
a storm front sloughing in
from the coast by nightfall.
A scientist at heart, he sees
no morning glory sky backlight
to the southbound honking V
or sparrows dressed for tea
gathering near the feeder with
one eye scanning for hawks
nor leaves giving up their hold,
spiraling toward the hammock,
carpeting fresh-cut lawn.
A businessman tunes to
the weather forecast over
his jet’s roar--- fading contrail
points to Seattle where the
cantaloupe sky rinds to marry
the night and the sea.
Storm clouds gathering, worn prayer beads----
winter builds a spider‘s web.
-Dewell H. Byrd