Friday, March 19, 2010

and in the spring it rains

sometimes gently in the morning
bare-footed
I walk through the grass
stand under the trees that
Drip
Drip
tenderly like a kiss

sometimes it teases in the afternoon
bare-headed
I stand in the whipping wind
with perfect intention
Breathe
Breathe
deeply like a sigh

sometimes loudly in the twilight
bare-souled
I dance through my yard
to my own electric beat
Spin
Spin
swiftly like fire

sometimes quietly through the night
bare-hearted
I close my weary eyes
to dream of trees and green
Hush
Hush
softly like a lullaby

5 comments:

Unknown said...

It's been a while...

I love this. It's sweet and I completely know these moments. I love rain too.

Maureen said...

I'm here because of Phoenix-Karenee's recommendation.

Your poem is lovely, and as evocative and gentle as spring rain itself.

Anonymous said...

i came from karen's blog too.

beautiful words...

fiorinda said...

Thank you all for the poem love. It is very encouraging.

Thanks for the link love Karen. I love to read what you write, too.

Glynn said...

Karen sent me here as well - rain and lullaby, rain and a kiss, rain and fire -- it all fits.