“Rooftop”
The city’s breaths warm
under a sun-dappled sky
before the rains come.
Steve D
The city’s breaths warm
under a sun-dappled sky
before the rains come.
Steve D
Black clouds come — flash, boom!
All of your petty complaints
are drowned in her rage.
Steve D
A grey wall above
as rivers swell in gutters —
Bring an umbrella.
Steve D
Slick pavement, black sheen
sparkles next to lush green grass
under ashen sky.
Steve D
Sometimes what you’ll gain
Isn’t worth what you’ll lose. Continue reading “Misplaced Missive #140: Rain”
Steve D
If I followed a
raindrop through its cycle, where
would we fall again?
Steve D
Winds and white foam soften, be still!
A honeyed melody drifts through the air.
Golden hues settle, like candlelight’s glow. Continue reading “Cinquain Triplet – Eye of a hurricane, fair/festival, sailor – SD”
Rain churns up the grass
Coating bare skin in splatters
Grime to hide our faults
Steve D
Crystal droplets fall
Tears streaming down my shoulders
Her joy cleanses me
Steve D