You just can't please some people. Here we go again.

Beneath the dim glow

between night and day,

before the storm,

the lioness retreated

to the creekside wood.

He turned from the reptilian

altostratus in the high, blue east

to the storm-laden west

and blinked:

A flash of coral pink

on rock, tree, and meadow

that somehow

spared the sky?

Whipped around in…

During the dawn ritual this morning, before the rain,

the mountain lion retreated to the creekside woods.



The sky, heavy and threatening in the west,

high and ribbed in the east,

reptilian altostratus scales

and a continuous spectrum of blue.

Blinked

A faint pink glow

everywhere;

whipped around in surprise:

high clouds catching fire

before the arrival of the sun,

making the land seem

so much the darker, and…