She was a droplet of a little rain
cloud already fleeting
dropping lonely, gathering things:
Hailed me down, coolly nearing
from moist lips spilling
meeting, melds with
on the icy glistening
place of abandon.
Born in Canada, I live, work, row, and hike in the US. I most enjoy crafting around a hopefully memorable core which formed the initial reason I felt it was worth writing in the first place. Ultimately, even brilliant ideas are useless if they cannot be conveyed eloquently, hence poetry.