Cold Front

The sleet sounds like
Tiny glass beads as it
Rustles the
Dormant
Decaying
Foliage
Wind blowing so hard
I can hear the
Clouds scraping the
Edge of the
Black hole sky
Shadowed sounds of
Thunder
Far off in the distance
And then
Silence
Abrupt
Final
As the dense
Frosty air
Hangs heavy
In its proclamation.

*written on 1/16/14 which is of importance to me; marking the start of a new storm.  Life is nothing in its expectations and everything with the unexpected.