Monday, November 8, 2010

A Response Poem

Clouds diverse and small,
strewn about the hazy blue,
dreaming of sweet rain. - Erronius Nomenclature

Drops like flowers leave a mist of honeyed scent.
Each sugared gem bursts into bloom within my mind.
Showers remain elusive,
tickling my imagination from the sky's edge,
threatening crisp November when the sun seeks its night refuge.

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