Pelting rain, lightning. Rough brew
of clouds mushrooming over the river.
Sleep disturbed by dreams of houses
dashed upon the rocks. I rearrange
the sadness lingering in the air:
green leaves, weak sunshine,
small grace in the morning.
[LAG-other-response date=”06 02 2012″ url=”http://yeosi.wordpress.com/2012/05/18/small-stone-92/” title=”small stone (92)”]