And so begins…
And so begins
the morning rain,
the skies deepen
above the green
to grey,
to slate,
to black,
as the sun blinks
once
and slips
behind
the morning trouble
of a weeping sky,
not bothering
to shine,
or to simply
look back.
for the birds
are singing
across the dappled silence,
across the trembling thousands,
of a summer
of leaves,
sparkling in the millions
the silver lights,
upon the polished concrete
of falling summer grey,
the early morning skies
do weave.
For as pressing,
upon the thirsting earth
with no sounds,
just the rumble
of thunder victorious,
the people
have hidden,
gone into themselves,
sleeping deeply,
dreaming,
of sunlight,
as the rain presses
ever heavier,
harder
upon tears,
and windows,
searching for the longer
forgotten,
the promise
of cold,
the future memories,
of once
November days.
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