It rains in New England
falling heavy and blue
In calls of bewilderment
the streets flow, I'm infused

The nights talk of temperament
solemn; unbalanced in hue
seeping surfaces, sponges spent
sopped thick and porous, bursting with dew

Still.., I like it
The scent and the crisp
I like the cool summer and brisk

It calls for sweetness and saunter
...and muffled noise
it purrs with contentment; natures voice

KAS