Words can create magic and I want to get lost in them for some part of each day.

June 17, 2010

Monsoon!


Plump, comely
raindrops rush
to embrace
the wayward
flighty
dry as bone
motes of dust,
and pin
them down 
with reckless abandon
making the air heady
with the
fragrance of love.

Anchored and replete
their love
creates and multiplies-
greenlings
nodding their baby heads
all over the lawn.
And a hundred
moths,bugs,mozzies;
creepy,crawlies.
Birds applaud.
As they feast on
succulent worms.

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