The hills burn
Smokey cloud
Over the valley
Wind whipping up
Sparks of misty droplets
Through the windows
Of the house next door
Shadows genuflect
On the asphalt before
The streetlight
Thick foliage shrugs
Its burly shoulders
Smells of wet
Sage on the mountain
Gently the spring
Has closed the
Throat of thunder
I close my eyes
But no lightning makes
Its traces behind my lids
Summer waits...
SoulSurvivor
(C) 4/7/2016
Apr 7, 2016
Apr 7, 2016 at 10:29 PM UTC
The hills burn
Smokey cloud
Over the valley
Wind whipping up
Sparks of misty droplets
Through the windows
Of the house next door
Shadows genuflect
On the asphalt before
The streetlight
Thick foliage shrugs
Its burly shoulders
Smells of wet
Sage on the mountain
Gently the spring
Has closed the
Throat of thunder
I close my eyes
But no lightning makes
Its traces behind my lids
Summer waits...
SoulSurvivor
(C) 4/7/2016
