Written in the Rain

To taste ecstasy
I mumble words

I spray rhymes
across the sky

In subdued light
a rainbow shimmers

Obscured by cloud
the sun gleams like
a patch of vitiligo

Weary of motion
water turns to ice

Upon my palm
a snowflake
bursts into tears

Written in the rain
my poem is a blur

Douglas Smith, formerly a teacher of Anthropology at York University, is a homeopathic physician.and author of several books on alternative medicine. It is claimed (although Dissident Voice has no proof of this!) that Doug and his partner grow the best garlic in Haliburton County. Read other articles by Douglas.