Let it Rain
Clouds hang heavy overhead,
fill the air with the thickness
of syrup, yet hesitate to spill.
The trees dance with the breeze,
as seductive as the willow
who spreads her arms for me.
Nature gathers me in a cloak
of lethargy as I loiter
at the edge of her shadows.
And, as I wait...
...the rain never comes.
fill the air with the thickness
of syrup, yet hesitate to spill.
The trees dance with the breeze,
as seductive as the willow
who spreads her arms for me.
Nature gathers me in a cloak
of lethargy as I loiter
at the edge of her shadows.
And, as I wait...
...the rain never comes.
posted by Vickie at 3:35 PM
3 Comments:
love the ending, that doesn't feel like an ending at all - it feels as though
I'm waiting! haha good job!
~E
V, your stuff lately has been so much more organic and sensual (not as in sexual, just sensual in the literal meaning - much more about the senses) and I am loving it. I will respond properly when it's not 5:45 in the morning and I am not staring at my computer with one eye 3/4 open and the other one lagging behind it! (Pretty picture, no? :-P)
Thanks to you both...we never did get the rain. Hmm, wasn't it just yesterday that I said I should stop writing so much? Well, maybe not, then...
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