I am walking before the dawn
In a raincoat and in rubber shoes.
My heart beats low and heavy
to the weight of the autumn storm
that has left a wash of muted reds and greens and oranges beneath my feet.
My footsteps keep time
rooting out the expected order of the raindrops.
Here, God playfully colors these notes
Doing this and ….
rendering me oblivious to her bird songs
I will scurry home and sit by the window
for the tempest will surely come
and the swell of death will wipe the earth clean