in a beautiful rain, the trees
return their share of blue
into the autumn air,
back to the sky,
to reveal the gold and yellow sunshine
hidden in their leaves
the rivers rise
in a beautiful rain, i
float upon the pulsing winds
my liquid wings
shine,
iridescence reflected
to the stars
as branches bare
their souls to approaching winter
& all the rivers
rise
(2004, Los Lunas, New Mexico)
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