Storm Brewing

A red roof dulls 
beneath a gather of gray 
a bridge stretches endlessly 
as the horizon yawns 
swallowing the last drop of sun. 

A river sits expressionless 
waiting for a fish to jump 
and break the perfection 
of its composure while trees 
stand in soldier silhouette 

rapt with attention to a sky full 
of clouds brewing to overtake. 
At the water's edge a stirring; 
one reed bends a head 
to the weight of the first drop.