Friday, September 30, 2016

Rain Slurs

Fences of rain
fall to the ground
in rapid succession
smothering themselves
into the ground before
assembly can be
uniformly completely;
random rain replenishes
the dry soil and
encourages the growth
of all that which has
been discouraged
as we struggle to
remain free and clear;
the hooting of owls
deep inside the dark
woods announce
the rainy combatants
and the foggy conditions
of the breakdown;
worms slither away
from their slimy holes
and potential hunters
for silver hooks on which
they have too often
found themselves hanging;
Birch trees illuminate
the entrance and candle
fumes darken its walls
and somewhere in all
this utter wetness, one
can hear the sounds of
tomorrow's birds...

18Sept16

No comments:

Post a Comment