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.