Wednesday, July 18, 2012

Melancholy rain

in melancholy rain
i think of you

the trees, in their sullen
subordination, make me recall

my stooping low to your
whirlwind whims

the patter on my roof
fades the words you had gifted

i hear vehemence in the voice
of a trapped bluejay

i dwell in my doldrums

as the drizzle fizzles out
and a cloud-gate tempts me
to escape this tangle of yours
I saunter along a path with wafts of wind
that brings the scent
of nascent earth

until the day frees itself
like enlivened birds

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