the words are dripping

like raindrops

from the pen in my hand

onto the empty page

my mind is storming

and lightning briefly flashes

as the thunder bellows out

the rage and excitement

of newly ionized thoughts

the clouds are drifting white

from blackened mourning

leaving dew-dropped grass blades

bent with stunning gems

another poem written

renews the dusty canyon

to a garden crowned

TMK 30jan2010