Looking at the building storm - A poem of today's Weather

Rippled dark stratus clouds
cast the Wasatch into shadows
that leave those rugged peaks
looking ominous this morning.

Grey haze in the valley air,
dust kicked up on warm winds
as the seasonal shift begins
and the pattern speeds up.

First cold storm of the Season,
those dark peaks will change
as a mantle of white falls
across those shoulders this week.

Camp is abandoned, for now,
as I seek a bit easier place
to move in and out of daily
heeding my gut feelings today.

Looking out, the trees sit
still compared to waves yesterday,
a sea of deep greens for now,
though hints of Autumn peak out.

Looking up at the foothills,
and the center of the range,
still no great color cascades
amid the trees up there.

Doesn't matter a bit, though.
I know the aching bones speak
to others as well as me
of Winter's cold hand reaching out.

The mountains remain dark today
and my thoughts turn that way
feelings of despair peak through
only to get crushed heavily
... by laughs over two "tag-you're-it" squirells.

25September2013 - Dyfedd Rex, Looking at the building storm