Daydreams
The air smells fresh and wet
like soggy mud.
Rain dissolves
into moist air, and the stream
bubbles past
just a little higher.
Over my head, the bendy
branches of lonely trees
spread in a
sprawling mass of leaves
and green under the sky.
I watch and wait for nothing,
pulling up weeds along
the bank and throwing them
out into the swishing
volume of water.
All alone in a
quiet fantasy, all alone.
*****
I guess I've been writing about rain because that's kind of what it looks like every day here. Not to say I'm complaining; I love rain.
2 comments:
Your poem made me feel at peace. Rain usually does that for me too - kinda cool.
i really like the 4th stanza :)
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