What You See Is What You Sing About

Ka_crow tempted me into National Poetry Writing Month.

Of course, poem quality is in no way guaranteed, but this is fun. Like in the joke about Tatar songs, what you see is what you sing about.

Drizzle, thin threads
Bores holes in the dirty mounds
That had once themselves spun out of the sky
Bores into them like a termite infestation
Gnawing away.

Like the vanguard
Of an insect plague
Spring comes.