.post-body entry-content { margin-top: 15px; margin-bottom: 15px; }

Monday, May 07, 2012

In Tight Purple Fists


Night of pounding rain;
Leaves now covered with moisture;
Everything is calm.



Shadow of my barn
Etching the morning sunshine
Lifts my sad spirits.


 

Bright lilacs glisten
Holding the sprinkled wetness
In tight purple fists.



The smell of wetness:
Green brown and full of growth
Floats up from the ground.


 

 Dandelion puffs
Drenched by the evening's storm
Stand like sad wet cats.
 Sun has disappeared;
Thick gray sky foretells the future:
Nature's oracle.


In the morning gloom
Faint blue flowers near the road
Light up the forest.

Flicker in a tree:
Creature hides behind the trunk.
Is it  bird or beast?

No comments: