I said is it Raining?
I said is it raining?
If the sun had given forethought
to the erogeny of the rain-soaked leaves
clinging to the bare earth,
the moisture that laid between them
as they clung together in silent ardor,
then it may not have decided to show
its peeping face which dried out
the last remnants of their amity.
Foliage, stricken and shocked,
turned up against the earth
under its watchful scrutiny –
to be taken away from warmth by the wind.
toss and turn
as lonely women in their beds at night
who wait for the rain to come once more.
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© 2015 Marié Patricia Nicolina Murray