Opacity of Green Boughs
The opacity of the green boughs
where I sit, filter out the rainbow's quiet descent.
I find my own safe comfort from the rain.
A coven of trees enough to keep me dry.
The rain a downpour crystalized by sun.
I feel the need to sleep, but I stay propped,
against the largest tree to watch the rain.
There is a cleansing that turns personal,
This is a summer rain, striking and fast,
thunder and lightning whip the trees around.
The trees are heavy headed, blocking light.
They keep my cirlce safe around the trunk.
When the sky is clear, I watch the sun come out,
yet all the shadows linger where I sit,
Still, that is fine with me, I like the view;
sometimes I like concealment from the world.
Soon enough the dry of layered leaves;
the shaded cool and opaque light will make,
my longing turn to petals of the sun.
I will resume the walk I meant to take
before the rain depicted I take pause,
of lightning strikes and thunder on the road,
of how the shadows sometimes shape
the soul, and where it is I really
mean to go.
Causes Phibby Venable Supports
Child Abuse, Violence Against Women, Elderly Abuse, Animal Rescue, and the
Virginia Water Project. (norfolk)