The Gods

gods give us signs  
could be the howl of a beast  
in a faraway distance  
might be something as simple  
as a leaf  
falling before its time  
sometimes it’s the still of the night  
the wail of death’s aftermath  
or the smell of a rose bush  
in the dread of winter  
could be most anything  
you have to pay attention  
but on that day  
when the storm came  
an unearthly storm  
one that will be remembered forever  
the gods were not talking  
that day  
no . . .  
they were screaming  
 
©March 3, 2017 / Jerry Pat Bolton