small hail
is leap
and bounding
on the path
that leads to the washing line
leap and bounding
on the grass
that bears its mild beating well
what else
can it do
and as quickly
as this chaos
of bouncing white
(like atoms
in urgent search
of collision)
has begun
so it has ended
and the cloud
that no further need
has emptied
moves on
leaving the sun behind
to shine
© Frank Prem, 2017
August 2017 Poem #34: sun lover
25/12/17
I like this vision of hail. Gives it a real personality and as for the casualness of the cloud…..terrific!
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Thanks Anne. It was a bit of a fluke – one of those where it shines and then just doesn’t. So this little hail started pelting down and then … it stopped and the sun came out again.
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