Thursday, March 31, 2011

ascent

from the clatter of rain
flapping wipers, squash of water and fling
into ethereal silence
white flakes that veer away from the windshield
float off on a cushion of air

1 comment:

farmlady said...

Ah, the quiet rain. The silence of snow.
Your ability to write about the feeling of what you see is amazing.
Love this...