tonight it feels
it smells
it looks like rain,
and it seems to me I wear it
like a damp woolen cloak.
And a moon so full
lights a midnight sky,
banked in silk scarves
all in pearl colors.
There's a scent of big waters,
oceans and great lakes
and great rivers
to perfume the air.
I'm restless and achy
waiting for the storms,
for thunder and lightening
and the cleansing summer rain.
July 2009
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem