You fell on me as a warm downpour,
and now you've gone back to cloud.
Thank you for that touch of splendor --
for drops of water releasing petrichor
to blend with fresh thyme scents...
for drops of water making a rhythm
of leaf shadows moving in the garden.
Thank you for allowing me to stand
in a brief pooling of green reflections
that bring many worlds of imagining.
Copyright 2011 -- Tim Buck
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