A Cywydd Llosgyrnog Grey clouds in the sky, thickening; Therein, dense storm front quickening; Reckoning on land and man. Lightning bursts, thunder claps crushing; Skies wailing; rains, weighty, gushing; We ~ brushing against grand plan.
An Alouette Jerusalem winds Know our outs and ins, Blowing through sukkot* and souls. Booths fall on their sides; They've nowhere to hide... Signs of our lack of control. We hope it won't rain, Though summer has waned; May waters fall, but... not yet. Outside's cool and crisp; Stars glimmer like wisps; Lovely - but… Continue reading Whether, or: Weather