Friday, June 3, 2016

poem of the day June 3


I am watching
a slow rain
evaporate
before dawn
Little puddles
over stone steps
disappearing back 
into the granite
The grass on either side
of the walk
held their drops
like fragile pearls
being offered to the mother
The brown freshly
turned garden
wore a thin rained coated smile
Everything was perfect
as I waited for 
the circle of the sun

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