A Man In the Rain
Cinnamon whiff dives on my sill
and raps a music of wind chimes.
Pearly the rain, trickling, until
she drapes the windowpane. Air
mimes
the balmy drift frosting twilight,
a magic to be shared. I might
just wake you now, then—
dream by
while tip-taps croon a lullaby.
More globules fall beneath a
cloud
to spill incense from its
downpour
with hums filling the lane. Aloud
charmed songbirds’ notes begin
to soar;
that on my own, feet rush
outside
as smoky dew brushes my glide.
Ears blushing from heavenly rain
unknown to me, my manhood
slain!
Dated 11/16/2013
Fragrance of Rain hosted by
Nette Onclaud
From Franco Gonza
Copyright © Franco Gonza | Year Posted 2013
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