Tricksters
….
The rain did come,
beginning gently then
slicing through the purple afternoon.
A pattern etched in a wheatfield
had once again
confounded the villagers.
The pranksters drop by for lunch,
set off into the woods
tumbling as they go
off into the leafy green,
so far gone from view
I’ll have to dream them back.
…..
This poem is from the book Dreamscape with Absinthe by Elaine Pentaleri (Finishing Line Press), and can be found at https://www.finishinglinepress.com/product/dreamscape-with-absinthe-by-elaine-pentaleri/
Elaine Pentaleri lives in Vermont, where she enjoys the simple pleasures of country life: walks in the woods, rippling streams, wood burning fireplaces, quiet, and the comforts of the imagination.
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