Saturday, June 28, 2008

Catcher

In my garden, I touch the blooms in the rain,
There are always as many drops as I have fingers--
I hold the storm's dreams
Fallen like petals
Right into my astonished hands.
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2 comments:

Cynthia said...

Ahh sweet awe. Shay, why not write a poem for Poefusion's Monday
mural, perfect for your fine
aesthetic.

Fireblossom said...

I will try to find that, Cynthia. Is it in your links?