[Poem] Mist


The bare trees against the sky

Spread upward

Like veins in lungs

The distance is made of fog and mist

And the foreground is rain and branches

The road stretches off

a line towards the horizon

The world is still, too quiet

Rain and birds and trees

And yet



[Poem] Rain

Untitled By Seyed Mostafa Zamani via Flckr

Sound muffled by wind
and the movement of trees
Drops of water plop onto wool
slowly spreading out
comfortable in the weave
setting roots towards skin

Sun hidden within mist
clouds shielding light
gray expanding outward
wetly muted by air and splash
roads smoothed by leaves
bright colored slick carpet
clogging gutters and grates

Clean smelling and crisp
damp and earthy
gray pavement scent
wafting on lazy breeze
each sudden noise a reminder
that the world is still here
despite the rain