Poem: Forecast

 

Forecast

 

bees drift drunk on yellow.

hummers putter and yaw,

slothful in a mobile of breeze.

 

tadpoles drowse glazed in a stream.

and the sky lounges,

mountainous on rolling

bolsters of fleece.

a jellyfish of willow trees

wallows mired in the azure pond.

 not a drop of rain to disturb

sleepy twigs of lucky clover.

no,

no thunder trembles the devils-paintbrushed tufts

of seemingly inebriated moss.

 is this some comedy,

noon’s comely sleep,

to await charger and prince?

and yet none appears.

no princess cares.

you can almost hear the dandelions

happy in their error. 

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shakespearian theme

4/26 ... not really a message i get, 

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