Sunday 29 September 2019

precipitations














rain falls
threaded from heaven
a heavy mist on the eyes
rough ropes binding sky
to a promise of weather
no climate can keep

sunlight falls
its beams cover us
the roof of our world
its vigorous gravity
the deep shadow
cast

dust falls
in the open air
of our breathing
in the shelter
of our dwellings
each hour’s pulse
as we reach out
feeds our
bones

dusk falls
cloud cover
echoes its grey
secretive descent
silent attenuated
light

night falls
throws a black dice
with the stars’ pips
white chance
on its face

whatever falls
whatever else
the numbers roll
time passes
morning
comes
© BH, 2019

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