Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
 
the darkening sky
a dagger of lightning
cuts the night open
the frogs sing loudly
in the flooded midnight fields
a quick end to sleep
just before harvest
the rice patient in the fields
impossibly green
the melting snow
the playground is now flooded
with happy children
a wet monk running
his open umbrella
would much rather walk
a full winter moon
paints the snow as something else
beautiful blue light
stale bits of bread crumbs
so careful not to step in
puddles of pigeons
Next page