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WET SILENCE

A fine sprinkling settles the canyon.
Dark ships anchor at daylight, yet
drift east to west, slipped-in from over
the Sierras, from Nevada – without sound.

No pickups rush the road, no horses
paw their mangers, no cows bawl, not
even the puppy asks out of her pen –
our gray song waits on a rainy day.




Snow down to 3,000', 1.91" rain

Posted by John Dofflemyer on April 21, 2010 4:41 AM |

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