Carson Rogers - April 23, 2024
abject
cast like a thrown stone
Splashing across puddles
landing in a broken rubble, waiting,
watching
sightly
sights, a lonely peak
Thundering water pours
down to meet an open expanse, gazing
around
flittered
a scattered sounding
chases through the Twisting trees
forward to the champaign, calling out loud,
enough
alight
from a flowing wind,
drifts a Songful sorrow
across the grassy moorland, weathered,
pined
whereat
a harsh trickle down
covers the Weighted grass
settled by the river rock, Quietly
at rest