Somebody Moved in the Heavens
Somebody moved in the heavens
Maybe great cardboard containers across the reach
Scraping lowering cloudscapes, sending rolling shower strands
Descending like sheer, shining sprinklers
Across the countryside.
I come upon and know this not by Suns drenching
Or the gray, black retreatings
But rather wet coatings,
Color enhancements everywhere
From bark turned burnished to
Leaves with hues enhanced to
Roads become dust-to-lush brown to
Colors become vivid all surround.