October First
Oct. 1st, 2011 07:06 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
summer_jackelOctober First
Raindrops touch lightly
like the tiniest kisses, placed with
sweet deliberation upon the skin
of my forearms and my upturned face,
my dusty hands.
I breathe wet air with a sense
of the loss of small things.
Inevitable, unmourned,
until enough of them have changed
to mark the seasons.
Love twines with sorrow familiarly,
with odd intimacy and odder comfort;
Not enough unlike these cats and dogs,
who sleep contentedly in drifts,
curled together on their pillows.
We are on the other side of spring now,
and the rains have come again.
It’s almost night, but still
there are at least a thousand shades of green,
reaching up into the still, white sky.
Raindrops touch lightly
like the tiniest kisses, placed with
sweet deliberation upon the skin
of my forearms and my upturned face,
my dusty hands.
I breathe wet air with a sense
of the loss of small things.
Inevitable, unmourned,
until enough of them have changed
to mark the seasons.
Love twines with sorrow familiarly,
with odd intimacy and odder comfort;
Not enough unlike these cats and dogs,
who sleep contentedly in drifts,
curled together on their pillows.
We are on the other side of spring now,
and the rains have come again.
It’s almost night, but still
there are at least a thousand shades of green,
reaching up into the still, white sky.
