Poem by Rod Scott

Soft Rain Clouding Down

Soft rain clouding down between long pine trunks
slipping down, dripping down,
down into rivulets meandering around the
roots of blackjack oak, virginia pine, and silver maple.

A sudden slip and crash startles the sheltering birds
as a limb plummets to the ground,
a gigantic arrow fletched by fractal forces
flowing in the xylem.

Smaller streams join hands after diverging 
around pliant mud, hard rocks and 
rotten wood that carpet the
forest floor, the new flood plain.

Wandering streams unite into a force that 
bulldozes limbs and stone, 
flowing and flooding downhill on
the endless march to the sea.

I breathe in the humidity, rejoicing at the departure of
ragweed pollen and other allergens.
 
Stretching widely I stand and
announce to no one in particular,
“it is time for a nap”.

Copyright © 2013 Elmore Nimrod Scott, Jr.

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About Miriam Sagan

I'm blogging about poetry, land art, haiku, women artists, road trips, and Baba Yaga at Miriam's Well (https://miriamswell.wordpress.com). The well is ALWAYS looking to publish poetry on our themes, sudden fiction, and guest bloggers and musers.

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