He crept in like a recalcitrant lover,
After all the mellifluous drumming,
Yesterday, on my tin roof,
She, that good ole nurturer,
Rain has gone her way
I feel his warmth, brush against my skin,
My eyes open, a sun kissed day.
Now sky is polished bright in optimal gleam.
Cloud puffs appear in a whimsical drift,
As if smiling at sun's trysts, of yesterday.
All is well, as well will be, like the union of
Night and day. Yin and yang.
A metallic sound, a tinkling of chimes,
Tried to call attention, but a raucous din,
Of passing birds, exclaimed to poet's ear,
To words and to wit.
© gillena cox 2015
Poets United Midweek Motif ~ Unity
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