Once More

My gaze turning counter-clockwise,
I see mists of rain falling upright,
wetting the landscape before my eyes.
In truth is it what I see, or perhaps
it contends to be waning,
looming inertly at my command.
A legion of attached cumulus,
sworn to forever shadow me.

Sub consciousness freeing the ego
blowing grains of sand to mud.
Sweet spring showers swelling
clutching these words I write;
opening the torrent which
an infertile winter has hoarded.
No doubt some part of me has
awakened from deepest slumber;
and is scrambling to understand
this cyclical sheath and befit a
sprightly and empowered soul;
once more...

© July 2007