Renewal: ( August, 2022)

Cooling August rain,
falls down like silvery dreams;
redeeming scorched earth.
The air is ripe with dewy
petrichor. Concepts
are distinctly flower-strewn,
not stifled by Time.
My elfin spirit leaps from
its fleshy prison.
New lexicons of meaning
play across the wires,
and rattle along rooftops,
before dissolving
into my primed consciousness.