like red the rain comes
cresting the mountain your welcoming light
brings with it the haze of monsoon spent
your hands reach through the seconds there
finds some comfort in the languishing night
poppies twist and smile the birthing day
catches the dew drops the trees do shed
framing – a word, a note, a wink, a sigh
carves the folds where your thoughts now lay
singing the heart of your hopeful waiting
brings with this the purple day welcomes
walking the stones that line your green edges
opens like red the rain comes tension abating