Sunday, July 8, 2018

it smells like rain

it smells like
rain.
the blue leaves
think so
too.
they've curled
their veins
to the heavens.
and the birds,
still
in the trees.
the stream awaiting
new life.
and us
on the porch, you
in your summer dress
me in shirt sleeves.
it smells like
rain.

1 comment:

Di said...

Oh you are always the romantic. You need my cynicism.