RainfieldsA Poem by Liam Leonard-Solisearly sunday mornings the weathered farmer stands on his front porch and looks out at his rain fields that stretch beyond to the horizons. each day, dewey droplets spring up from their sodden, homes from the mossy green peat of the earth, forging their own paths into the atmosphere until they’re captured by the passing clouds those billowy quilts of the valley that snugly hug the emerald green mountainside. Gently the rainseed sink into the silky canopy, and then are carried away to distant lands in decay. © 2014 Liam Leonard-Solis |
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