Dark skies

by Richard Mcallister

Ominously approaching, with curling fists of grey

Dark skies approaching but no one wants to stay.

No one wants to greet these vaporous clouds in flight,

I see Dionysus’ drunken stupor in every play of light.

To the depth of dark and light my eyes glisten in response,

but the others they just tremble, their eyes all lit askance.