I have experienced the
taste of sun silver rain,
with droplets as big as the stars.
In apocalyptic dreams,
mounds of goldenrod studded with ironweed,
climbed the walls looking for release.
I roamed the land for berries,
that were not poisoned.
Clawing and digging in dry earth,
my nails caked with the grime of passing years.
A rain of fire and ice has begun,
It wasn’t a sight anyone expected to see.
“taste of sun silver rain” Sherri
“mounds of goldenrod studded with ironweed” Barb
“It wasn’t a sight anyone expected to see” Nan
Red Wolf Journal Spring 2014, and a fresh start
2 years ago