Thursday, July 7, 2016

Waiting For Rain

We wait. The weight of the sky weighs
In grays and ways of want
…for afternoon of silver haze
 To glaze each green-leaf haunt

Earth’s child is hungry for a chance
To chase the dancing feet
Of heaven’s happy fairy-bands
Tap-tapping down the street see a sea of rivers run
Through bloom ballrooms, soft pink 
To cheer the absence of the sun
While thirsty gardens drink

© Janet Martin

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