Description
‘The hiss and rustle of the leaves
on gently swaying trees
like the sigh of a vast creature
The smell of fresh morning dew
on moistened soil and rolling mist
embracing only few
Soon warm rain will fall in sheets,
spattering and steaming
washing away the now usual, miasma
Her last beams caught in sheets of rain
forming split-second works of art
in torrential sky
Unseen, undisturbed,
Hydref will be snuffed like a candle
to once again be surrounded
by gentle echoes of her own breathing’
VaL Smit ©
