Cool Rain
Stepping out of the mist
Rising up from beneath my mountain
There drips the cool rain
Splattering the trees
Casting aspirations at me
Chilly my inner heat
Clouds bursting forth
Racing towards the sky
Here I am
Water slipping down my sides
As I stand gleaming
Burnished in the great moonlight
Warm skin
Made temperate
Just before I too
Leap from my mountain’s lair
Streaming forth
A musical air
dreamed by Raven TK
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Tangible yet intangible. So descriptive.
Vi
woodnymph
July 18, 2008 at 7:12 pm
Burnished in the great moonlight – great verb choice!
kvwordsmith
July 18, 2008 at 7:52 pm