SHARING A POEM I WROTE

I write poetry and realize that I have not shared much of it on my blog.  So on this rainy day here this one came back into my memory.  I hope you all enjoy reading it, and my photo as well.

WALK BETWEEN STORMS

Rivulets of rain carve wrinkles

in the earth; feathered clouds

depleted of energy for now

glide listlessly overhead.

Worms, expelled from sodden soil,

form mysterious script  on the path,

native code talkers writing

alien communication.

Liquid diamonds quiver on a strand

 of spider silk, a bracelet adorning

the uplifted arm of a red bud tree

swaying to a rumba beat.

Rain-pasted leaves craft

a collage of natural hues

alongside the river running russet

with torn flesh from mountains.

Along the worn path miniature craters

comprise a moonscape

as wind wafts diminutive swells

across scattered puddles.

The fragrance of moist grass

is a heady aroma,

an aide memoire of

renewal and growth.

Returning home as rain begins again

I gaze through the icy window,

witness the writing of water

across it, and covet its clarity.

Rose Lefebvre