The sounds of morning
roused me from a deep slumber.
The clouds grew tumid.
Songbirds of the day
kept me company and we
held the rain at bay.
A gentle twilight
broke the slow afternoon’s back;
a drizzle followed.
The sky wept last night;
the storm faded in hiccups.
Now the earth is dry.
Apr 5, 2018
Apr 5, 2018 at 8:50 AM UTC
The sounds of morning
roused me from a deep slumber.
The clouds grew tumid.
Songbirds of the day
kept me company and we
held the rain at bay.
A gentle twilight
broke the slow afternoon’s back;
a drizzle followed.
The sky wept last night;
the storm faded in hiccups.
Now the earth is dry.
