autumn showers

it is as though the sky molted last night

the grass lays blanketed with droplets, dew mists the windows

beaded in visibility webs have come alive

strung together from the exhalation of ancients

 

the grass lays blanketed with droplets, dew mists the windows

my foot steps fall down upon the bending greens

strung together from the exhalation of ancients

who extend their branches for friends to stand await

 

my foot steps fall down upon the bending greens

heron takes to the air, wings curve around golden birches

who extend their branches for friends to stand await

while wet toes weave their rhythm into the waking morn

 

heron takes to the air, wings curve around golden birches

beaded in visibility webs have come alive

while wet toes weave their rhythm into the waking morn

it is as though the sky molted last night