Petrichor and Vellichor

A choir of rainfall on soft stones Bookmarked by wistful nature Sweet melancholy shelved for Another day in bed with a book Yet he opens not only his heart But windows and soulful founts Pitter patter from musty pages Chorus of dew mellowed to words The roof leaks his wallet is empty As the mind gathers metaphors A lonesome apostrophe beckons Dangles caresses cuddles a stanza The poet has forsaken a world Of power greed stark domination Alludes to breaking their mould Lavender scent creeps into verse Sensual meaning drops off fragrances Lights a passionate fire becomes one With a precious deluge in anticipation Precipitates tender longing of harmony 24th February 2020