Spring Showers
gently, harshly, there and here
ripples in ponds, moistened air
like tears unchecked, drops and spills
the rain revered, clouds emptied
bolt-less doors swing, back and forth
windows alike, the cosmic force
litters, up-sped, into the sky
in whirls they float, and you know why
the streets flushed off with energy
dirt filled trenches overflowing,
deserted lands, tree felling winds
all life is kept, them caged or free
the hazy storm with no life flies
but roars and roams the bird-less skies
the homeless birds, caught in the cold
A cuddled pup who has a home
cowered livestock can stray and roam
playful Johnny looks on and groans
through the panes of his window washed
by every drop that fell or poured
gently, slowly, the clouds recede
and before soon the sun is seen
soon all the streets come back to life
trees greet the birds now in the skies
soft piercing rays, peep through the clouds
to search for life, and life it found
mild peace and calm, like cemeteries
the air so still, and so the trees
the friendly capes, the bathed lands
hold terrestrials, the kind of man
the birds released, even those free
to fly above, the land and sea.
high in the air, or stay enslaved
whichever still, the storm had fade.
SPRING SHOWERS
02/04/2013
Copyright © Dominic Amezimi | Year Posted 2013
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