The milky way of autumn words.

In the skies above

a shower of words trickled, 

filtering through earth's atmosphere 

landing on the people's subconscious below.

Each word gave a different perspective,

a new direction, a new hope,

even some words felt queer.

As the crowds gathered they're words

linked forming sentences

which on uniting

became a language of words,

the new order was born

until next autumn.

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

some raindrops feel queer as well...and each raindrop like a tear holds a different story.
i like how the crowds come together and their words form that uniting that we all really need...
maybe next autumn it will happen...always hope.
j.

[andrew mitchell]

yes each raindrop does hold a different story thanks j