Slate Skies, a poem by Mark Gilbert at Spillwords.com

Slate Skies

Slate Skies

written by: Mark Gilbert

 

under our parasol
swapping guesses
for when the rain will end …
the scent of woodsmoke
drifting down the valley

our robin
perched on the telegraph pole
tells us everything’s ok …
our plans for today
are to have no plans

how many words are there
for that particular place
between rain and almost-rain,
drizzle and mizzle,
petrichor and …….. oh.

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