The Rise and Fall of Hydref


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‘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 ©