Poetry

watch the downpour coming onward

corissa e. p., may eighth, twenty-thirteen a.d.

dedicated to l. percer, because she loves new england.

 

watch the downpour coming onward

trudging forward, never fading

watch the droplets turn to streams that

join to rivers, glass windows skating

 

watch through windows, people run

ever fleeing as thunder breaks

see the lightning, bright as sun

hear the roaring crash it makes

 

grey is the world outside, and fresh

the downpour fades, now drizzled drops

the smell of rain on window’s latch

the scent of earthen birth and crops-

 

earth smells as if her wake were nigh

though in true, her ancient face

still slumbers yet with closed eyes

(but soon the spring shall have its place)

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About Corissa Haury

Ridiculous, curious, most likely delirious. I love a great story, whether it comes in the form of words or visual stimuli. I believe everyone has a story to tell, and I love to share mine. Please feel free to read along, comment, share your own stories, or send me a message via the contact page. Thanks for your time reading my words.
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