a poem
I think I like when it rains
and fog hugs the earth
how plants reanimate
like some kind of rebirth
when the pavement glistens
and puddles start to form
the pure excitement
of an imminent storm
or the morning after
when dew drops cling
to every blade of grass
and mother earth sings…
a poem
one time I asked the sea
if it would bring you to me
and it answered ‘no’
not with words but
with the harshness of the waves
and the withdrawal of the tide
for I was here
you were there
and that was all
As always, thank you…
