.......................Cycles Born To Fall Poem by elysabeth faslund

Friday blue, clouds building,
pushed to the sky by the Earth.
Yesterday's rain is the clouds
Of today...born fluffy white,
Drifting to pink, grey pink, dark.
Thunder teenages their malarky,
Lightning adults those teens,
And skies shed wisdom of rain.
Sheeting drowsy drips, back to
Earth heat...
Cycles born again.

Summer old spider lilies
tinge brown, lavender glories
dot sides of the highway.
The tap, tap, tapping grasshopper
of Fall scurries the road mirages
rising, spiraling up, up, after
the rain...
Cycles born again.