Yesterdays Rain.

Fell upon the fields of amber orange and red

Earthen dark dams of blue fallen curled leaf

Into the suns drastic recovery returning life

Back into fold some never to open into grain

But rest in sober fields to become a chin strap

Things being swept into nights edge the knife

Asleep at the wheel far flung the thoughts and 

Direction argue who’s text bring bread before 

The waters wane its goods domes and domes

Fingers point to yesterdays rain being the bread 

Storms life replenishing nutrients draped onto

Welcomed by darken earth storms which bring

Gold to marriage why in distant does the bell

Ring of council by the crown and cross judged

By not peace or tables many runners that came

Think about right to wrong most famous incident

Pay to play what I cannot dismiss is the first boat

After the fall but many fields are left to add in count 

The only wheel still with rungs remain in memory

And outreach hunger.