Kit Kelen #173 - after rain

173

after rain

no blue

like this

of breeze begun

and pond reflected

sun has its first rise again

and shatters clouds to colour

from treetops days to fall

the weather drips to a tune

coincident of creek

one drip drops

from leaf to pond

this stillness struck

rings to the edge

of the world

frogs hold a chorus over there

they're the one machine

hear hammer blows next door

and know we're past the rain