This is a set of 3 poems done in different welsh forms. A Clogyrnach, Byr a Thoddaid, and Cyrch A Chwta, respectively. (I have no clue how to pronounce them, but welsh poetry is very interesting to me structurally, if not extremely satisfying.)
A Run on this Rainy April Morning Day #18
1.
A rush from breathing rain kissed air
The drops adorning face and hair
Run through drizzly morn
Chalk art runs forlorn
Colors born
Unaware
2.
A beat of celebration cheers
The neighbors dwell in waiting fears
Not out to see the hopeful pace I set
A wet and lonesome race
3.
I refused to stop and stand
But the sight did soft demand
Lingering still while on I ran
In my mind it gem-like fanned:
Chalk mosaic by a hand
Passing time with so much banned
Colors touching through the rain
Hues disdain six foot demands