I watch the empty bucket begin to fill
with droplets of rain.
The wood begins to darken,
patterns revealed in disarray.
Water seeps into the fine lines --
and flows into the next crevasse,
which anxiously awaits
the next storm.
The morning dew staves off drought,
but the wood lightens in haste.
Winds empty the spaces within,
until the bucket is washed again.
Oct 31, 2017
Oct 31, 2017 at 6:46 PM UTC
I watch the empty bucket begin to fill
with droplets of rain.
The wood begins to darken,
patterns revealed in disarray.
Water seeps into the fine lines --
and flows into the next crevasse,
which anxiously awaits
the next storm.
The morning dew staves off drought,
but the wood lightens in haste.
Winds empty the spaces within,
until the bucket is washed again.