The air is heavy
Flowing sluggishly, pouring
Into the darkening hollows
Under pear trees and hedges
Lightning slides effortlessly
Through the throbbing thunder
Mixed with the tang of rosemary
That lives quietly in a red pot
Here on the porch rail
Beside my elbow.
2 comments:
If this has a deep meaning, I am too shallow for it. But I did enjoy reading it. It sounds quiet in my mind.
you have pear trees and hedges at your house in Virginia right? or am I way off here... anyway, I liked the poem.
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