Sunday Morn
Candied flowers spread their petals
Ready to embrace a coming fall
Of weathered drops from thundered skies
Gaining attention of the lilacs' brawl
Branches sway alerted from apprehending trees
Birds cry, "Something to gain! Something to gain!"
While wind channels sweeten the breeze
Hence, luring in the rain
"Hail, for it comes!", shouts thundering clouds
And a new rainfall was born
Adding kin to the river's shroud
All during this Sunday morn.
Copyright © Alyssa Finley | Year Posted 2006
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