What words
are there
for the way
the rain fell last night,
in thick ropes of water
thudding
onto the ground?
What words
are there for the crystal drops
of water that hang
this morning
from the tips of every
branch, leaf and flower?
What words
are there for the way the
sun sets flame to
the butterscotch and crimson
lilies?
What words are there
for the chirrupy sounds the birds
make and the thrumming of the
hummingbirds sipping
at the feeder?
What words are there
for the way the
orange butterflies
land on the purple cone flowers
fluttering their wings?
What words are there
for a sky that you have
tried to describe
so many times?
TRY THIS:
the sky is
as clear as the morning
blue can possibly be.
Haven’t you anything better
Than that?
No. No words. None.
We speak, we write
but language doesn’t
quite do it, bring
the thing to life.
So I sit here.
With nothing more to say.
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