~Electric~

 The deep ink

Of violets

Cradles in miles

Of jade leaves

A cold rain

Is coming

I can tell

There is

Electric energy

In the air

Something new

And unsettling 

But also soothing

When it comes,

It will come

Gray and swaying

Between sodden boughs

Livid and fresh

Eating dark grapes

Almost overly ripe

Resting aching bones

Trying to stay warm

And safe

In my pile of blankets

Listening to

The whirling whistles

Of the wanting wind

Sarah Mahina Calvello