Evening Rain
moth eggs rattle under raindrops
the night is consuming mouse-tails of light
come morning
fresh green paint will gleam
from garden gates and mossy stones
crows will call from the fountains mouth
a newborn sky will paddle
over up-turned leaves
here in the dusky rain
a bent nail drips a teardrop
a small pearl
that captures a gleam of moonlight
within the droplet it seems
a fluent firefly
flickers to rekindle tired eyes
Copyright © Eric Ashford | Year Posted 2021
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