A Fine Mess

While the sun sleeps

the copious air is full

(rainfall’s dance with snowmelt)

each molecule heavy

in a thick mist

that refracts the light.

The snow immersed

and the earth has taken

as much as she can,

rivulets escaping her gaping

jaws to form new ponds

small and perfect in every hollow.

The lake is brimming

reclaiming shore lost in last

summer’s blaze of drought.

Everything waiting, like children

before the surprise

guest finally enters the party.

We’ve demolished the cake,

our guilty mouths outlined in sweet

chocolate, almost drunk with pleasure,

ponderous and luxuriant.

Wetness in the extreme

sky, ground and lake, pregnant

and delicious anticipation,

we’re all poised

for the kiss of fire

when dawn delivers

the missing element.

Inspired by:  Copious, Immerse and Extreme.

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Victoria Stuart

I'm a poet, philosopher and inner seeker. A giver, lover and a healer who studies the heart.

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