Black Wolf Moon

she exhales sideways rain . . .

Image by Philip Dunphy from Pixabay

Storm clouds whimpering
holding the moonlight hostage
plashing and scuttering
every twanging heartstring
a roller coaster of do-re-mi
discordant midnight melody
a distant foghorn bleats
its shroud of protest.

Emerging from a tiptoe trio
of dusky solstice wiles
rain pitter-patters her panes
strident champagne pops
a little bit of this
a little bit of that
a skulking sparkle soak
so tempting to drink it all in.

She thought by now
crooked raindrop traces
would’ve straightened up
trying to fly right
but eucalyptus lashes
her stinging singular wail
keening pours in like licorice
she can hardly find the day.

It doesn’t matter anymore
all that dappled sunshine
was summer’s mirage
wherever the mistletoe goes
Black Wolf lopes a lone ridge
she exhales sideways rain…