Voice of old wind,
Waves of grass, glistening hills,
languishing before trailing off:
One last breath of afternoon,
Exhaling into evening stillness.
.
In my mind, alliterations of delusion,
Delighting in devouring dreamy days,
Silken splines standing steadfast
In riffled rivers of reverence,
Rain risen,
Held hoping.
Shaken Rain 