Drenched
You are god-soaked —
a hay dream
that drenches the prairies
and all of the haloes pour through
You are hope atmospheric
and raw storms eroded
that overwhelm with mighty
Or vast hallows
and flood fields
that rush holy forward
with you
Yes you are torch-trumpeted clouds —
the choicest swoon specter
that sounds like the purest of downpours
And whenever you run for cover
under thundering goodness
all rakes get tossed like love
up in the air
Hiram Larew’s poems have appeared in several journals. He founded Poetry X Hunger as a way to bring poets from around the world to the anti-hunger cause. www.HiramLarewPoetry.com and www.PoetryXHunger.com