{ a pensieve }


Compelled by gravity and God, hers is an earthward descent,
blinding or invisible, a presence both welcomed and not.
Steady drumbeat, fitful tap, Creation's percussion.
Her drench brings life to thirsty ground,
but over zealous she pours destruction.
Falling on Summer's pavement or a blanket of brittle pine needles, the scent of youth escapes.
Extended tongue inviting capture,
she tastes of childhood and wonder>.

Photo credit: Julianne.hide

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