Tuesday, August 15, 2006

August Rain

Quiet
but not silent.
Birds sing.
Tires spray.
Drops bounce up
from
leaves grass windows.
Waterfall dwelling,
this morning
this moment.
The rain brings itself to me.

1 comment:

Karol said...

I really think you write very good, and i really like this poem,

Congraz, keep going :))