Saturday, 16 July 2011

July Showers

Cushioned against a gossamer curtain of rain,
The telegraph wires barely set a shadow of indentation.
I wake, shake off heavy dreams
And make peace with the pale grey day.
Leaves drip off their skeletons, hang by a thread,
And shake with ripples of wind as I roll out of bed.
Pearls of water run down the lacy wires,
Thick strands of liqourice balancing tiny diamonds.
That sparkling sound, that silver crackle like fire-
Leaves whisps of the nighttime smoldered and smited.

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