Thursday, June 25, 2015

Contained in a Raindrop...

A trickle of Rain,
Electrical Morn,
atoms displacing
raising the warmth from the Earth
as Molecules increase in speed
and suddenly,
nothing
 but the Wind that broought the storm
turned to Breeze...
No, now I think not;
perhaps it is the Breeze
is the Little Brother of the Wind,
always tagging along;
sometimes before,
to warn you of the coming Storm
at other times coming after
in almost Dionysian laughter,
singing praises to the Power, the Fury
of the Torrent, the Tumult,
the Thunderous Wonder...
 
Drop of Rain,
are you the same one
from yesterday, I wonder
I wonder from what part
of the Sky it is you came
and how long before
you in particular return
in the Circle of things,
just wondering;
don't you ever wonder
about such things;
silly rabbit,
Trix are for kids...
June 15, 2015
 

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