It’s real cool

It gets real cool
When the sky carves a song
And the clouds rain swan-songs
Into a crystal zephyr
Awakening the light
In a shadowless air
Spilling out into the valley
A mouth of liquid silver blossoms of aqua vowels
Tunefully tapping
Pitter patter
Wind-spun drops
Glittering
Translucent water runes
In a whisper of mist

Thunder loud
Lightning bright
Under my skin
The rain breathes
Swinging over my hips
Drenching into me.

90 thoughts on “It’s real cool

  1. Reblogged this on Commentary, Outrages, Prose and Poetry and commented:
    Multi-dimensional no longer surprises – and now I have some time to cheat away from my logged-backs bent by too long away from phosphor screens. Yassy: “Translucent water runes…” what a melding! Images race through instead of crashing headlong. The imagery continues and so does delight. Thanks many times over. J

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