Prelude
A single drop
Dances arabesque
In the wind -

The skies have announced their final warning.

Serpentine
Here in the reddish soils
Is a lump of green and blue:
A stone, here chiseled, here rolling
As if morphed from clay into
The form it now embodies.
Smooth to the touch, and yet
Here shows signs of shearing -
Its colors more brilliant when wet.