Dry leaves
scratch in spirals blown
The hot dust
desiccating eyes to leather
Whispering wind
she raises caution
Calling out the
warning – Make Way, Make Way.
Drumbeats faint
the pending timbre
The dogs of earth
go running scared
Heavy soon the
feet of thunder
Bellows out –
Make Way, Make Way.
Cables spark
whilst loosely swinging
Attaching all
things earth to heaven
The sky lit
graphs of God aren’t hidden
Candescent tell –
Make Way, Make Way.
Heaven sinks
earth’s veins disgorging
Spewing pungent
effluent streams.
Apocryphal
Refiners River
Hailing down –
Make Way, Make Way.
Spectrum fan the
clouds are mending
Fresh baked roads
rise up in steam.
Jasmine breath
the wind now calling
Renew the earth –
Make Way, Make Way. Dave Barbour
