Sunday, November 9, 2008

Wash the Rain

Wash the rain
before the sun
falls prey
to the clouds
that threaten
of a city.

Scrub the hail
that falls to earth
before the sky
opens up
a matterless town.


Ardi K said...

Thanks for visiting my poetry site.

Just been perusing your work. Great stuff. You write like a like--with a sense of history of the waking world, yet still in touch with a dream.

Poetry in the Global Box said...

What a great description! Pretty much sums it up. Thanks so much.