It rained a mirror
and a firmament shone underfoot,
looking up at itself,
blue and white,
above and below
the indolent leaves,
their rhythmless drips
like driblets of dreams,
afterthoughts
of the night rain,
mizzlings
on the morning glass.
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August 31, 2018 at 11:56 am
Lovely – perfect for a Friday morning before a long weekend. 🙂 We have rain every other day for so long I couldn’t count and now I’m back to watering every other day. Mother Nature always has the last word. 🙂
August 31, 2018 at 12:24 pm
Isn’t that the truth! It hasn’t been as bad here as there, but I spent quite a while last night cleaning up the rain damages to the potted garden on my deck, and noting that some pots were already dried out. No matter how it goes, the gardener can’t quite keep up. Hard to figure sometimes why gardening is so great.