insomnia

night simmers

august hot

dust-drowned brown

and gasping

harsh

rattlesnake winds

breathe through

cricket wings

singing hymns

they gleam

flying green

on the riding breeze

river things

slither, swing and swim

as the rains begin

sliding slipshod

down the dust and dry

the rusted rowans

trickle clean in

quicksilver strings

startled whispers

of rustling light

and elusive dreams

 

_____________________

Back to Poetry

Back to Writing

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s