From The Sky

The water ripples, In a blink of dancing lights, No, not stars Not a lake Nor some soft country pond high with reeds But a puddle, Filling the worn concrete, Eroded by last night’s rain Finally after months of winter storms It creases against the traffic Folding surface patterns with endless vibration The rush hour … Continue reading From The Sky

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Saplings

And so we grow, In winds bent back Against the storms And lightning strikes. Headlong, Rise up, Unfurl In splendour And well-lit grace Of Swift footsteps That forever change And twist In those brief sorrows Of untrained reach And growth in silent tears; That dry in hope And sunlight given. Copyright ©RMC May 2020