poet's weathercast

A sprinkle-ful of heaven nectar
Too crystal sweet
It fell down right
And tasted road and grass
And sand
The heavy baggage with a
Bang
And burst like pearls
Slid of its string
And rolled down hair and
Cheeks and lips

It's grey out now
And colors pause before they splish
The heavy breathing
Of the clouds and
-stop
they shiver-sigh

then peace