Saturday, October 8, 2011

The Wet Season

The leaves drank deep
of heaven's tears,
reflected glittered wash,
of sorrow's drenched
and soothing touch;
of season's whispered
love.
The earth sighed slow
through moistened lips,
and suckled at the breast;
in slow and sure renewing,
of Mother Nature's
gift.

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