The Living RainA Poem by WolfwindIt rains Drips of the desert’s life Descending heavens Blossoming a new spring Footprints in the mud Emotion pours The sands first kiss to a distant shore The baking heat Tears of a restful dance, weeping Feathers ancient taking rise Embracing the howls Small, long, near and far A Coyote’s yip A Wolf’s deep soul A Bear that juggles laughter The weight of a thousand singing mice Easily held Upon the entwined branches of the elder Oak Ashes and Sugared Pine Hands clasping Fingers reaching out, playing A liquid rich night, starlight bright Every mote sparkling A dream’s eager glow A softness, crafted aloft on silent wings Of a ghost, a street lamp Owl Its call, a Midnight heart Asunder with silent joy and tear Feel it? Among the colors that drift Upon the endless changing sands Within the blended hues We should… That love that never ends © 2013 WolfwindFeatured Review
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4 Reviews Added on June 20, 2013 Last Updated on June 20, 2013 AuthorWolfwindCoupeville, WAAboutSometimes poet, always an artist, creator of colorful visions, dreamer, and a seeker of things not yet known. more..Writing
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