May ShowersBy Don Iannone
Fresh rain
...innocent as a baby's smile.
Falling
...like feathers of a dove
...from the sky.
Drumming drops
...lull me to sleep, where dreams
of a sweet sunny cloverfield
fill my head.
Fresh rain
...purifying crystals
...holding the future
...tell stories
...remaining secrets no more.
7 comments:
Another one!
Yep, when it rains it pours, Dan!
very nice verse, I like your style.
Reminds me a little of WCWilliams.
Sometimes I feel in the back of my mind, that the rain has never stopped, and I like that feeling. There is a reassurance to it, a future to it, like you picture in the words. It comforts me on hot and dusty days, It waters my Soul in my heart.
Thanks Kevin. I enjoyed reading your NR chapbook. Nice job! I happen to like WC Wallace's style.
Jim, Wonderful thoughts. Thanks for stopping by. It is another rainy day in Cleveland. That's what happens when a city emulates Portland--I guess.
Well Kathy...I'd gladly trade some rain for sunshine. Thanks for dropping by.
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