Out if season

Shine and bling,
Din din,
A rain drop pirouetting down,
Its luster absorbed.
Communicated through phone.
The one below of mycelium, 
of course.

Refreshened the tree leaves,
Washed the skies.
Even the dying grass, 
greener to mind.

And light!
What to utter about the sun left behind?
Wonders!
Waves and particles the right time,
Blues to sing life,
Maroons to golden revived.
The darkness upon,
A gift to rejoice.