Looking out the window , as the glazing starts to break . A darker side of shimmer, Dawn’s starts to awake .
The Leaves fall like snowflakes , like boats capsized to drown .
The burning of the ice shard , as the leaves they turn to brown .
The waking of the storm god , the winds stricken and commands .
The pointed fearful finger , it shakes and it bombards .
A dark mass ever growing , as the clouds they do shape .
Like a blanket of darkened velvet , as the countryside it do wake .
Loathing and slightly clumsy , the giants starts to move .
Windy days of tomorrow , as the storm it feels it’s grove .
A cauldron of blasting nettles , a shapeshifter is the sky .
A battle in the morning , as the light stuns in the twilight sky .
Like a wizard in his chambers , a poet in the mind .
A loving hug from the storm god , as each flash eclipse good bye .