5th September
It has been raining
All the day.
But now silence.
Stillness
Where just before
The drops a rhythmic downwards breeze
Poured,
And gave us quiet melody to our thoughts,
Are suddenly no more.
The trees, stilted now,
Waving hesitant.
This new, patternless breeze
And our lives are a little more boring
As the clouds sweep past
And leave us alone.
No accompaniment seems to last.
Copyright © Frances Scott | Year Posted 2008
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