Two drum beats

The rain drums on my umbrella
with a cadence I don’t recognize
        stealing the quiet
                rattling fallen leaves with lyrics written in clouds
        dripping rhythmically in rows
beneath the evergreen.

The green seems to argue
with the browns wrapped over the ground
        crunching underfoot
                quieter now
        or perhaps drowned out
beneath the drums.

And still I feel like singing along
with the melody, those notes of green
        thriving in the winter
                thrashing against the cold on its cheeks
        supported by the song
beneath the surface.

Eventually the rain disappears
with the return of the sun
        but the song remains
                tattooed in green ink on our limbs
        keeping the rhythm
with mirrored drum beats.

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© 2021 | Phillip Knight Scott

Prompts:

• pensitivity101’s Three Things Challenge #821: argue, row, rattle
• Ragtag Daily Prompt: wrapped
• Word of the Day Challenge: gathering
• Go Dog Go Cafe Tuesday Writing Prompt: beneath the evergreen
• Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie‘s Wordle #270: steal, lyrics, drip, thrashing