The wings of insects
Thin and light
Aloft will lift them
Into flight.
(I hope they're not
The kind that bite!)
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Friday, May 8, 2009
Tuesday, February 17, 2009
On a Saturday Night
On a Saturday night there came a storm
A lovely storm, with rain and light
Rain and light on a Saturday night.
On a Saturday night when the storm had passed
I watched, and listened, and looked out the glass
And the crickets were singing, singing and wet,
Singing and wet on a Saturday night.
The storm was harmless, almost fun
The sweet, quiet scent when the rain was done
The glittering raindrops under the moon
The newly washed earth, and the bug chorus tune
All seemed to say something:
You're safe, and it's through.
This storm wasn't one that meant harm to you.
A lovely storm, with rain and light
Rain and light on a Saturday night.
On a Saturday night when the storm had passed
I watched, and listened, and looked out the glass
And the crickets were singing, singing and wet,
Singing and wet on a Saturday night.
The storm was harmless, almost fun
The sweet, quiet scent when the rain was done
The glittering raindrops under the moon
The newly washed earth, and the bug chorus tune
All seemed to say something:
You're safe, and it's through.
This storm wasn't one that meant harm to you.
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