The sky is
Filled with plump
Blimps tethered to
Trees by the
Dropped lines of
Falling silent rain
Above halos of
White sunshine hovers
Like deep stark
Snowdrifts on rooftops
Apt to fall
At the least
Shake of warmth
Above that days
Blue blemishes peek
Like curious children
Through the knotholes
Of weathered pine
As the deep
Rich aromatic brew
Wafts beside me
And silence silences
Every other thing
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 