Thursday, July 28, 2016

Dew you

Slip dewdrops of silken crystal globules from treetops.

Dance deciduous hulks of old,
jade manes
gripped in
raindrops.

Somewhere thunder in the far off
rolling
grumbles
to me.

Vaporous dreams drift and sway,
cottonball
careless
days. 

Percussion-drip, sing to me
of what the
heavens
say.

"I leave for tomorrow"
flying over
flowered
fields.