Petrichor

Whistling over the wetland
Heavy and tumbling
Nearing and humbling
Hanging on birds' tongues
Look how your hair has grown
Ice beneath my feet
They know me
For the night that I chose

Banking strung on your engine
Loft in my old skin
Banging on tin pins
And petrichor post downpour
Under your front porch
Shadows my old saw
Undoes it all

Left in your bread bin
Blushing like grape skin
Paint work is pending
Fire is fending
Underside leaf art
I felt the world start
Words that would make heart
Drink from a bell jar
And petrichor post downpour
Under your front porch
Shadows my old saw
Undoes it all