The audible rain
landed glancing blows
landed glancing blows
on all it struck.
Blurring vision
of an odd mix of
naked branches,
bowed fir
and skies
painted in hues
of gray,
blue,
pink and white.
Dusk called the clouds home.
They hurriedly dropped
their heavy wet burden
to hasten their trip
lest darkness overtake them
leaving only
echos of heavenly tears
on a black pallet.
10 comments:
"Dusk called the clouds home" kudos..I read this in silence--love the monkey music but I had to pause the playlist to enjoy the words--great post-c
beautiful words
beautiful imagery
love the line cm jackson referenced
and elvis scared the crap out of me
for real
i am reading this metaphorically and have to say that the image of speaking without listening comes through pretty clear. Good one MM.
loved all the imagery in this one...echoes of heavenly tears...
Nice image in both words and photo.
On days like these, my creative juices flow more. I see yours have too. :) This was an excellent piece! Loved it!
very very nice imagery.
This is sooo beautiful, MM! LOVE it!!!
With all the rain across the nation, this is appropriate.
we've had quite a few of these in the past couple of weeks. you've described it perfectly and beautifully...
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