...1...
fuming clouds
spit
acid rain,
piercing through
your coat,
freezing,
stiffening your blood
wind blows
needles
at your face
the air smells of
dying worms,
stupidly
coming to the surface
for their
final
breath
as it ends,
the rain leaves a
rainbow
As if that makes it all okay.
...2...
the rain
patters
softly on the windowsill,
quenching
the thirst of the
hard
earth,
making it soft
once more
the cool drops
are perfectly round,
smooth as a pond's surface
on a cool day
flowers close their
perfect petals,
protecting their pollen
from the pure water,
cold as a freshwater spring
the beautiful shower
ends in a
Bittersweet rainbow.
written by Megan
fuming clouds
spit
acid rain,
piercing through
your coat,
freezing,
stiffening your blood
wind blows
needles
at your face
the air smells of
dying worms,
stupidly
coming to the surface
for their
final
breath
as it ends,
the rain leaves a
rainbow
As if that makes it all okay.
...2...
the rain
patters
softly on the windowsill,
quenching
the thirst of the
hard
earth,
making it soft
once more
the cool drops
are perfectly round,
smooth as a pond's surface
on a cool day
flowers close their
perfect petals,
protecting their pollen
from the pure water,
cold as a freshwater spring
the beautiful shower
ends in a
Bittersweet rainbow.
written by Megan
I can almost feel, see, taste, smell, and hear each thing you describe. This is a sensory poem at its best!!! This is really good Megan; you should post it on your other blog. Good job!
ReplyDeleteAnd also, the background and the beautiful pictures make it even better! Where did you take the picture of that yellow bird (western medowlark??)
ReplyDeleteI'm not sure what kind of bird it is, but it was in our backyard. Thanks for the complements, Mariah!
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