“Strawberry Moon”

The dew of a ripened

cloud falls into

a sea of coral flavored

roses that cover most

of the ground,

their petals gathering

the morning

as if light were water,

cupped gently

in a thousand

open hands.

I walk among them,

silence growing between

each bloom,

until the world becomes

only fragrance,

color,

and the soft surrender

of rain returning home.

The ripened cloud,

emptied of itself,

flowers again below.