sudden qualms

thunder snow
scaring storms
heart longed
for even heartbeats
when’d days chugged
on even keel and palms
did not dig into each other
even though they
unquestionably belonged
either by dint of being
seeded or sprouted
from same ground
I begin to wonder
topped by consternation
customary sunny side
now overdone

should I consider
smudging, sage
brushing, worry beading
as I suddenly feel
quite chilled
seems as if we are overdue in Her Grace


Tell us your thoughts