Is there nothing here
in this dawn
I listen outside
as the rain drips on
and on and on
Like the birds
that flap
their wings
I listen outside
just to hear
their voices sing
Some are gone
taking cover
beneath a leaf
While others dance
and I breathe in
the relief
I listen outside
as the rain
drips free
I have many things
left to discover
inside of me
-December 2014
I wrote this for Poets United Midweek Motif ~ Music