Burnt Toast

Your reflection
looks me in the eye.
Stainless steel toaster
browning bread,
heats your memory.

I look away,
dark brooding clouds
hide the sunrise,
reflect my mood.

You no longer
move through my days.
We parted ways long ago,
yet here you are
grilling my morning,
warming my cheeks.

Light echoes of our
retreating love
reflect off
a shimmering appliance.

And Then It Rained

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(internet photos)

(This post was inspired by the incredible, fierce storms that have been striking Calgary this summer.  The hail yesterday and today caused widespread flooding and damage.)

Purple and black,
bruised clouds
scud over the city.

Petulant,
they throw a tantrum,
hurling hail.

Nothing held back.

The dam is burst,
waters unleashed.
The dark nebulae
kick and spin,
stomp and roll.

Trees julienne, leaves shred,
sidewalks become a smorgasbord,
greens on ice.

August warped winter wonderland.

Chin held up in defiance,
the churlish horde moves on,
anger simmering.

Tossed salad neighbourhoods
left in their wake.