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Tag Archives: rain
December Rain (tanka)
Chill December rain dissolving into fog drifts winds through city streets– Be still and know the ocean is still reaching out for you.
Gentle October Rain (tanka)
This sky does not weep: it washes all the earth clean making all things new, as a mother bathes her child as gentle and as loving.
Water (tanka)
In chill October as the world becomes water our own rivers yearn to become the gentle rain our eyes flow with, our skin tastes.
Wet Season
Images and ideas Once clothed in proper words Now hang disconsolate Tired and weepy Dripping in mildew Like Spanish moss Like tentacles of man of war In this ocean of rain. Nothing gets through Not sonnet nor song Still the … Continue reading
Where Am I? ( sonnet)
I went to sleep and maybe slept too long; The night I thought was one might have been more. It seems some beings with enormous power Packed up this world, shipped it to other shores. The world we’re living in … Continue reading
Garden Party Tanka
Straight rain hisses down Earthworms roil to the surface Have garden parties Uninvited robins crash Stabbing their hosts and laughing
Rain
Silence of warm rain Quiets even the birds’ song Summer waits for light
Storm
Wild winds scud clouds Send firehose rain Wash treetops into great waves Flood gardens Empty streets Storms draw my breath out Fix my eyes on all at once Sound beautiful fury Open my chest to suck out my heart Make … Continue reading
After Long Rain
After long rain, The garden glimmers– A thousand thousand diamonds Refract a little sunlight Into galaxies of engagement. Music spills from trees Lately hushed in wind. Where do they go, the birds, In the middle of the storm? I would … Continue reading
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Tagged Birds, free verse, Garden, love poetry, organic gardening, Papabear, Poetry, rain
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First Rain on Tomatoes
Yellow swirls down streets Dry since March– May now sees fledgling Tomato plants Sturdy in wet soil. By July they’ll try To grab the sun itself Denser than Gaudi’s cathedral Still singing its own beauty Redolent of acid. For today … Continue reading
