Colin F. Jones


Now memories phosphor, in placid night,
To perplex my thoughts that seek a reason
For this anxiety, this growing plight,
That distorts my summer with a winter season.
I hear invisible, discordant thunder,
and see the waves of rainbow light;
I cringe below the roof I’m under,
Alone and shaking in the night.
I stare bewildered through the window;
The lightning flashes across the sky,
The rain in jets of light and shadow,
Bring back the present to my eye.
And the gunship’s cannons now have faded,
Though I still here its rotors passing by.