Kit Kelen #647 - in a fine mist

647

in a fine mist

come with me

fronded and furling

first rose whiff

of the half spring there

doorwebs greet me out

as if a spider's sky

moist as dark

as must have been

before a first eye saw

all stars

in a fine mist

day faded

lost now where

window is willing

leaves glisten still

greener for sheen

and wren is bluer too

this is the rain's remembering

upstairs sleep persists

all lovely out of focus

before the very fact

the school bus comes

the garbage goes

imagine an invading army

out of a forest of this

here we are

in a thin mist

reading the garden

as if a gong were yet to go

had to be recorded

let's go prospecting for some weather then

I'm lost to it

you're no one too

in a fine mist find me

we can conspire

the livelong day

let's swim for it

plonk first

you'll never get me back in the box

I stretch into a first thing mist

all aches dissolving there

let rain lay on

get this world covered

we paint till there's a result