Just before the sun disappears the earth glows below liquid gold before surrendering to darkness.

A roll and clash of thunder,

the sky is fluid.

Dense forests and tangled weeds

Provide shelter from the rain.

Silence,

stillness, an isolation

that is not my enemy but

exposes everything for

what it is, madness.

Restless,

I ache to escape

my solitude

before melancholy claims

this ruinous summer.

Stretching

like a carnivorous feline,

I succumb to the

impulse to pounce.