Theme: Experience

After Summer Rain

Let me to the oxygen tents, the hundred tons
of steel-like rain driven like rust
from the skies to glamorise the trees!
 
The hundred dusts washed to spectacles,
the leaves flying like comets in the light;
a great guidance smashing its images everywhere!
 
The roofs become refineries of sparkles;
umbrellas filing down like receding peacocks
of rain; and the human form, summer's nuts!
 
Un-caged birds; and a great magic of blossoms:
a bank whose doors have fallen to the grass!
and everywhere roaming great squads of scents!
 
After summer rain, feel the expedition! --
the business of gadding about again!

05-Sep-2010

More By  :  R. D. Ashby

Views: 1392     Comments: 0


Name *
Email ID
Comment *
Verification Code*

Can't read? Reload

Please fill the above code for verification.