Rainy Day

The sun drips low,
beneath the charcoal shadows
of the western sky 
in ever changing shades
of mellow and content,
and she dips her brush
to paint her wishes
across the clouds,
savouring the softness
of their promise
until they too disappear .

She rests her head 
and gazes at the stars that dance 
with subtle choreography 
across an ink black sky,
and listens as they sing 
a midnight aria 
in hushed whispers
that stain upon her heart,
indelible.

And she weaves her sighs
from threads only visible
by the kiss of morning dew
until she’s made a kite 
to cast into the dawn
and catch stray rays of sunlight
that linger on the edge of morn,
and carefully she slips them 
into her pocket
to save them for a rainy day. 



march 2006
Janet Reid


 
Second Place Winner
Free form Poetry
18th Annual 
Timmins Daily Press Literary Awards
May 2006