17 Apr 2008

From the sky
(open wide)
it falls gently about
my street... coating
thin the leaves and grass
with wet sparkle.
Listen, there, a tiny
patter upon the roof -
a slither of howly wind;
a rumble in the distant clouds.
And I feel you -
fresh on my face;
tongue out to catch a taste
of the sky's tiny tears.

1 comment:

  1. Hello! I stumbled on your blog via the noisy plume (I also own one of her beautiful creations) and I live one town over from where the Repro Depot is. Just thought I'd say hi. - Erin

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