Tag: Rain

Footprints

These cold hills stand unconcerned of what walks beneath them. Snow, that made it through the day’s rain, will be covered by night’s newest layer of white. But here today, the rain collects upon the trail. Footprints lie scattered. There are recent ones, still… Continue Reading “Footprints”

Rain Jacket

You’ve had a few rain jackets. Some of them have fallen apart, others weren’t a good fit from the get-go, a couple of them ran off with someone else. Still, it’s hard to face the rain without one. You’ve done that too, plenty of… Continue Reading “Rain Jacket”

Tlaloc Speaks to his Lover.

It’s raining. “This is a warm rain, an uncommon rain. It feels too nice and the sidewalks don’t like it. It gets into their cracks, swelling, expanding, like my blood feels when a warm drop hits my arm.” “Your eyes look so worried when… Continue Reading “Tlaloc Speaks to his Lover.”

Early Exit

Some leaves make an early exit.                                                       They wait for rain. More photos here.    

Running After The Rain

There have been times the rain abandoned me, Even though, the caress of clouds will always return I remember running in the forest, as I do now, after the rain The leaves left my clothing soaked.

The Collision Of Paragraphs

  The heated horizon Produces an allure. My eyes follow its linear line, moving with the melodic narrative– There are other voices—here Where hills make outlines. Harmony is horizontal– A dialogic freeway. It is the rain That stops streets And plays with the oil… Continue Reading “The Collision Of Paragraphs”

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The Ripples Are Confused

  The river runs grey today Echoing the action of clouds They move, as it runs We are underneath, on the banks   The river is smiling at us This leads to a flood of sky Movement, on the way The flow can’t be… Continue Reading “The Ripples Are Confused”

We Awaken In The New Dry Day

You are like the missing rain Only the mist has been caught in the trees A thousand kisses fall to the ground Mud has formed at my feet I am on my hands Tracing your lips   Wooden steps support me The world is… Continue Reading “We Awaken In The New Dry Day”

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