The clouds

shoved off some rain
down in sprinkles

of molten
glass
exploding around

in myriads
of fleeting fairies,

fleeing & slitting
pores & ground

with their daggers
of liquid mist.
Brumal slivers

cast down
onto the gasping

earth,
& a poppy,

lost in wild rye,
folds over

into a hearth,
its crimson dye

setting grass

alight
like a broken

love song.
As the clouds

shove off some rain
down in sprinkles

of molten
glass

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Photo : Doreen Dee