Thursday, May 2, 2013

Spring Storm



The rain, like settled sadness,
Beat on the pool for hours
And littered it with branches
And fragments of dead flowers

The pounding palled the rises
And shook the reeds and grass
And shattered the still surface
A dance of broken glass

Although the pond is shallow
It is sufficing deep
To claim a place of silence
Where waters calmly sleep

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