Analysis of Waking from the morning rains

waking from the morning rain

Light splashed
sun on the morning grass
through the Second flaming
of their youth

Sitting in the stillness of semi dark
on crumpling notes of tattered pages
the blotted ink runs off the page
dries up the crackled line

Withered branches thrash
against the misty pane
the creaking old wooden floor
under soft feet  
wakes the sleeping cat