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