Poem: Forecast

 

Forecast

 

bees drift drunk on yellow

while hummers putter and yaw,

both slothful in a mobile of breeze.

 

tadpoles nearby

drowse glazed in a stream.

and the sky lounges,

mountainous on rolling

bolsters of fleece.

a few jellyfish willow trees

wallow mired in azure ponds.

 not a drop of rain disturbs

sleepy twigs and lucky clover.

no thunder trembles

the devils-paintbrushed tufts

of moss.

 

is this a comedy,

noon’s comely sleep,

to await charger and prince?

if so none appears.

and no princess cares.

you can hear the dandelions

scolding Zephyr.

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