OverTheRainbow

the moon's silvery-gray hair

falls in shadows across her face

her pupils waxing and waning

straining

to catch a glimpse of her girl,

her beauty, her sunshine

her pale lips remembering cinnamon warmth

it is april 4

the official beginning of spring is long past us

vermont was ready for spring before that,

our grayish-green sunlit adirondacks forcing the clouds

to hold in their snow and rain and part

the snow is falling

thick

too slow and yet too fast

everything is muffled

sound limited to the soft thumps of trees shaking the snow from their bare arms

i have somehow sunk to my knees

the cliff turned into sky

and the clouds to dreams

whose silken threads touched me

and i

           f

               e

Note: This is an excerpt of a play I may or may not write to the fullest. It's just to get a grasp of what the play would look like, so you might see more of it. Or you might not. Enjoy anyway!

silence

all except for the soft hiss of snowflakes

rushing into my jacket sleeves

as if they expect to slide right through

and out the other side.

silence

so heavy i'm brought to my knees,