Tonight I watch gulls
dancing across a steel gray sky
and wonder if they are warning us.
The clouds are rolling north,
the edges like sea foam swirling on an angry tide.
Sea birds are swooping,
diving deeper into the surf,
becoming milky specks with upturned wings
Their music sounds an alarm
like a tuneless and high pitched gong.
From the left corner of the atmosphere,
thick hot air blows the palm trees up
like the inside of a skirt.
Darkness shrouds the house in an ominous slant.
I sit while the gulls sing
and wait for the rain to tiptoe in.
Day 10: This was spontaneously drafted on Monday the 8th as I watched a weather front move in. Humid days and nights are slowly announcing themselves. The sky looked like the sea, thus the reason for the image.