12 February 2013

Marriage of the ends

The sun set the brown warm, the sky was clear and blue.
In every garden and every farm, the leaves bloomed anew.
The clouds drifted slow and calm, but never the gloom grew.
The wind gathered strength in storm, as the night drew.

The silent winds sang the lull, as the stems swayed.
Not a heart was left dull, as they bowed and prayed.
The scent of mud in the rain, blessed the air divine.
All the music went in vain, as the trees did whine.

Drop by drop in queues askew, came the waters from the white.
The buds danced in the dew, enjoying the joyous night.
The hearts drenched in joy and love, of those who had a sight.
Free and high like a dove, they flew in the starlight.

Thus did the cool rain of spring, marry the warm dark day.
The bells of rustling leaves did ring, in the gong of concrete hay.
Adding life to cold old air, a rain did come and go.
Into heavens scattered yet fair, did go the friend and foe.