RAIN FLY
They danced like fairies, under the lamps;
An unstringed mobile in a windless dawn;
A stream of morning consciousness swamp,
Etheral stillness, mesmerizing rhythm,
Soundless, temporary wings, under the lamps;
The morning star, a lone bright light, kept
Sentient watch over night's dissolving ramp;
Assembling cloud wisps into grey mounds;
Fragile wings in courtship attraction to amps,
In the quiet street enlivening the new morning;
Rain flies, in amber glow under the lamps.
RAIN FLY © gillena cox 2009
[First published at poemhunter dot com]
The rains are definitly here, no drizzle or spinkle no tease; I haven't seen any rain flies yet, but they will soon be aroundd ❧✿❧ You've heard about the Monday Blues ❧✿❧ well this is Monday WRites (musing on the definition here of rite, as any customary observance or practice eg the rite of afternoon tea).
Welcome to Monday WRites #111, ❧✿❧ What's your mood like today ❧✿❧ I invite you to link in with one of your WRites
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Enjoy The Music
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Will Link to The Tuesday Platform
