The wind sways and tumbles
The scenery of foundation.
As all is moving with the waves of trees
And heights of water.
Hands smooth the doors
As they collect flickers of rainy patterns
Lighted and varied to be edged into more.
As if surrounded by graceful, flowing rivers
In an imaginary dwelling
As the sun is hidden by the many clouds of the day.
Poem and artwork by Marsha Solomon





