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Fingers drum on the roof,
ripple across the lake
slowly growing in the field;
gutters gurgle and overflow with
the corpses of leaves, awash on the earthbound tide.
I drag my feet through puddles,
legs heavy with rain-soaked jeans,
alone with the millions of drops cascading around me,
tiny soft diamonds falling from the sky.
Wrapped in silence and a winter coat –
practicality at its best –
the rain is tolerable, beautiful, earthly;
but I’ll be sick of it by December,
once winter sets in and its driving chill
turns soft diamonds
into freezing shards of liquid steel.
Comments (2 Comments)
- squints_91 - 06/30/2009
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- tksunshine93 - 11/14/2008
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Very visually appealing.
Very beautiful.
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