scent of rain

shifting from night
to day, the shadows
lengthen, widen
to the dust motes
flying like fairies in front
of my eyes, awakening
again

dancing on my lips
are words
supressed into my
skin, sinking in

quiet quiet
stillness, do not
utter, breath too
loudly 

shifting from evening
to night, the air
feels heavy with dew
the rain outside
seeps silently
like angels wings
glinting  phosphurus
down the eves

the scent of rain
i remember thee
tinges in my memory
of oceans,lakes,
salt, dirt,earth, heat,
and
of me, in its depths

i close my eyes
imagining
 

anne