Rain Poem by Christian Thomas Scott

The feet that pad on mossy earth
Through gilded forests, rimmed with green,
The shadows flit through sunlit air,
To dance upon the frigid streams.
The breaking clouds in scarlet skies
Shine down on waking meadow's glow,
Yet canopy of twisted leaves
Filters down on river's flow.
For winter's shining water's gleam,
Yet daylight dulled with cloudy light
And golden webs within a dream
Will soak the storms of steadfast night.
And falling whispers dare anoint
The drifting of the lofty land
And passing wind and feather's point,
Is ever drowned in sinking sand.