Wednesday, January 11, 2006

It's a Joni Mitchell kind of Morning

she is grey today
the rain stops to let the bird's shrill song pierce the morning
and then starts again, with a soft patter on rooftops
you feel the flirtatious whispers of the raindrops invade your dreams
a steady constant rhythm.
You love her when she is shedding her skin
the rain stops abrubtly again.
she is new.