WALK BETWEEN STORMS
Rivulets of rain carve
wrinkles
in the earth; feathered
clouds
depleted of energy
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
redbud 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 wet window,
witness the writing of
water
across it, and covet its
clarity.
Rose Lefebvre
You are a very creative person.Have a great weekend.
ReplyDeleteWhat a wonderfully evocative poem!
ReplyDeleteThis is very beautiful, Rose. I like the imagery. xoxo Su
ReplyDeleteA wonderful poem, Rose. I felt the dampness and the beauty all around. xo Karen
ReplyDeleteAs the shortest month of the year ends I want to thank you for your poems and photos. You are so caring and such a caring daughter please keep up the good work. Love Mom
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